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To his tuned spirit the wild heather-bells
Ring Sabbath knells;
The sod's a cushion for his pious read more
To his tuned spirit the wild heather-bells
Ring Sabbath knells;
The sod's a cushion for his pious want,
And, consecrated by the heaven within it,
The sky-blue pool a font.
A shippe and a woman are ever repairing.
A shippe and a woman are ever repairing.
She nourishes the poison in her veins and is consumed by a secret
fire.
She nourishes the poison in her veins and is consumed by a secret
fire.
Take the goods the gods provide thee.
Take the goods the gods provide thee.
With devotion's visage,
And pious action, we do sugar o'er
The devil himself.
With devotion's visage,
And pious action, we do sugar o'er
The devil himself.
The more they drink the more they thirst.
The more they drink the more they thirst.
It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
Hee that is in a towne in May loseth his spring.
Hee that is in a towne in May loseth his spring.
No greater grief than to remember days
Of joy when misery is at hand.
No greater grief than to remember days
Of joy when misery is at hand.