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When A Knave Is In A Plumtree He Hath Neither Friend Nor Kin.

In An Hundred Elles Of Contention, There Is Not An Inch Of Love.

At Court, Every One For Himselfe. [at Court, Everyone For Himself.]

Grief Melts Away Like Snow In May, As If There Were No Such Cold Thing.

The Tongue Is Not Steele, Yet It Cuts. [the Tongue Is Not Steel Yet It Cuts.]