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	Many estates are spent in the getting,<br />		Many estates are spent in the getting,<br />
	Since women for tea forsook spinning & knitting.<br />		Since women for tea forsook spinning & knitting.<br />
	He that lies down with Dogs,<br />		He that lies down with [[Dogs]],<br />
	Shall rise up with fleas.<br />		Shall rise up with fleas.<br />
	A fat kitchin, a lean Will.<br />		A fat kitchin, a lean Will.<br />

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imported>Gabriel Auditore: And that's a wrap.

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And that's a wrap.

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			'''V Mon. July hath xxxi days.'''

			Ev'n while the reaper fills his greedy hands,<br/>
			And binds the golden sheafs in brittle bands:<br/>
			Oft have I seen a sudden storm arise<br/>
			From all the warring winds that sweep the skies:<br/>
			And oft whole sheets descend of slucy rain,<br/>
			Suck'd by the Spungy loud from off the main;<br/>
			The lofty skies at once come Pouring down,<br/>
			The promis'd crop and golden labours drown.

			Many estates are spent in the getting,<br/>
			Since women for tea forsook spinning & knitting.<br/>
			He that lies down with Dogs,<br/>
			Shall rise up with fleas.<br/>
			A fat kitchin, a lean Will.<br/>
			Distrust & caution are the parents of security.<br/>
			Tongue double, brings trouble.

			'''VI Mon. August hath xxxi days.'''

			For us thro' 12 bright signs Apollo guides<br/>
			The year, and earth in sev'ral dimes divides.<br/>
			Five girdles bind the skies, the torrid zone<br/>
			slows with the passing and repassing sun.<br/>
			Far on the right and left, th' extreams of heav'n,<br/>
			To frosts and knows and bitter blasts are giv'n.<br/>
			Betwixt the midst and these, the Gods assign'd<br/>
			Two habitable feats for humane kind.

			Take counsel in wine, but resolve afterwards in water.<br/>
			He that drinks fast, pays slow.<br/>
			Great famine when wolves eat wolves.<br/>
			A good Wife lost is God’s gist lost<br/>
			A taught horse, and a woman to teach<br/>
			And teachers practising what they preach,<br/>
			He is ill cloth'd, who is bare of Virtue.

			'''VII Mon. September hath xxx days.'''

			Death is a Fisherman, the world we see.<br/>
			His Fish-pond is, and we the Fishes be:<br/>
			His Net some general Sickness; however he<br/>
			Is not so kind as other Fishers be;<br/>
			For if they take one of the smaller Fry,<br/>
			They throw him in again, he shall not die:<br/>
			But Death is sure to kill all he can get,<br/>
			And all is Fish with him that comes to Net.

			The heart of a fool is in his mouth, but the mouth of a wife man is in his heart<br/>
			Men & Melons are hard to know.<br/>
			He's the best physician that knows the worthlessness of the most medicines.<br/>
			Beware of meat twice boil'd and an old For reconcil'd<br/>
			A fine genius in his own country, is like gold in the mine.<br/>
			There is no little enemy.

			'''VIII Mon. October hath xxxi days.'''

			Time was my spouse and I could not agree,<br/>
			Striving about superiority:<br/>
			The text which saith that man and wife are one,<br/>
			Was the chief argument we stood upon:<br/>
			She held, they both one woman should become;<br/>
			I held they should be man, and both but one.<br/>
			Thus we Contended daily, but the strife<br/>
			Could not be ended, till both were one Wife.

			He has lost his Boots, but sav'd his spurs,<br/>
			To old Man has given all to his Son: O fool!<br/>
			To undress thy self before thou art going ta bed.<br/>
			Cheese and salt meat, should be sparingly eat<br/>
			Doors and walls are fools paper.<br/>
			Anoint a villain and he'll stab you,<br/>
			Stab him & he'l anoint you.<br/>
			Keep your mouth wet, feet dry.

			'''IX Mon. November hath xxx days.'''

			My neighbour H---y by his pleasing tongue,<br/>
			Hath won a Girl that's rich, wise fair and young;<br/>
			The match (he saith) is half concluded, he<br/>
			Indeed is wondrous willing; but not she.<br/>
			And reason good, for he has run thro' all<br/>
			Almost the story of the Prodigal;<br/>
			Yet swears he never with the hogs did dine;

			Where bread is wanting, all's to be sold.<br/>
			There is neither honour nor gain, got in dealing with a villain.<br/>
			The fool hath made a vow, I guess,<br/>
			Never to let the Fire have peace.<br/>
			Snowy winter, a plentiful harvest<br/>
			Nothing more like a Fool, than a drunken Man.

			'''X Mon. December hath xxxi days.'''

			6od works wonders now & then;<br/>
			Behold! a Lawyer, an honest Man!<br/>
			He that lives carnally, won’t live eternally.<br/>
			Innocence is its own Defence.<br/>
			Time eateth all things, could old Poets Say; The limes are chang'd,<br/>
			our times drink all away.<br/>
			Never mind it, she'l be sober after the Holidays.

imported>Gabriel Auditore: Will get this done soon.

2013-01-26T12:07:35Z

Will get this done soon.

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