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He speaketh to me the words of men. I listen to him and I repeat
to him the words read more

He speaketh to me the words of men. I listen to him and I repeat
to him the words of gods.

To shoot at crows is powder flung away.

To shoot at crows is powder flung away.

A fishmonger's wife may feed of a conger; but a serving-man's
wife may starve for hunger.

A fishmonger's wife may feed of a conger; but a serving-man's
wife may starve for hunger.

Our life's a flying shadow, God's the pole,
The index pointing at Him is our soul;
Death read more

Our life's a flying shadow, God's the pole,
The index pointing at Him is our soul;
Death the horizon, when our sun is set,
Which will through Christ a resurrection get.

How bething the, gentliman,
How Adam dalf, and Eve span.

How bething the, gentliman,
How Adam dalf, and Eve span.