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A new broome sweepeth cleane.

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John Lyly
Died: 1606
Died: November 18
Novelist
Playwright
Politician
Writer
Kent
England
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Long quaffing maketh a short lyfe.
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As the best wine doth make the sharpest vinegar, so the deepest love turns to the deadliest hate.
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The slothful are always ready to engage in idle talk of what will be done tomorrow, and every day after.
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Lette me stande to the maine chance.
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He that loseth his honesty hath nothing else to lose.
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Thou art an heyre to fayre lying, that is nothing, if thou be disinherited of learning, for better were it to thee to inherite righteousnesse then riches, and far more seemly were if for thee to haue thy Studie full of bookes, then thy pursse full of mony.
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The tongue, the ambassador of the heart.
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In misery it is great comfort to have a companion.
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The empty vessel giveth a greater sound than the full barrel.
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The greatest harm that you can do unto the envious, is to do well.
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Whatsoever is in the heart of the sober man, is in the mouth of the drunkard.
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I thank you for nothing, because I understand nothing.
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A merry companion is as good as a wagon.
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The broken bone, once set together, is stronger than ever.
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To love women and never enjoy them, is as much to love wine and never taste it.
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A merry companion is as good as a wagon, For you shall be sure to ride though ye go a foot.
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It is the eye of the master that fatteth the horse, and the love of the woman that maketh the man.
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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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Let the falling out of friends be a renewing of affection.
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If all the earth were paper white / And all the sea were ink / 'Twere not enough for me to write / As my poor heart doth think.
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