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A comely olde man as busie as a bee.

John Lyly

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John Lyly
Died: 1606
Died: November 18
Novelist
Playwright
Politician
Writer
Kent
England
John Lilly
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Olde
Comely
Bees
Men

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Whilst that the childe is young, let him be instructed in vertue and lytterature.
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The broken bone, once set together, is stronger than ever.
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Though women have small force to overcome men by reason yet have they good fortune to undermine them by policy.
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The bee that hath honey in her mouth hath a sting in her tail.
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If love be a god, why should not lovers be virtuous?
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I thank you for nothing, because I understand nothing.
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When parents put gold into the hands of youth, when they should put a rod under their girdle--when instead of awe they make them past grace, and leave them rich executors of goods, and poor executors of godliness, then it is no marvel that the son being left rich by his father's will, becomes reckless by his own will.
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None but the lark so shrill and clear Now at heaven's gate she claps her wings, The morn not waking till she sings.
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