Patch grief with proverbs.
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- Don’t trust the person who has broken faith once.
- Grief fills the room up of my absent child, lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words.
- We go to gain a little patch of ground that hath in it no profit but the name.
- The proverb is something musty.
- He’s winding up the watch of his wit. By and by it will strike.
- A man loves the meat in his youth that he cannot endure in his age.