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John Anderson, my jo, John,
When we were first acquent,
Your locks were like the raven,
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John Anderson, my jo, John,
When we were first acquent,
Your locks were like the raven,
Your bonny brow was brent.
Some are so very studious of learning what was done by the ancients that they know not how to live read more
Some are so very studious of learning what was done by the ancients that they know not how to live with the moderns.
Weep no more, lady, weep no more,
Thy sorrowe is in vaine,
For violets pluckt, the sweetest read more
Weep no more, lady, weep no more,
Thy sorrowe is in vaine,
For violets pluckt, the sweetest showers
Will ne'er make grow againe.
Look back, and smile on perils past.
Look back, and smile on perils past.
Study the past if you would divine the future.
Study the past if you would divine the future.
The past is prophetic in that it asserts loudly that wars are poor chisels for carving out peaceful tomorrows.
The past is prophetic in that it asserts loudly that wars are poor chisels for carving out peaceful tomorrows.
The good of other times let people state;
I think it lucky I was born so late.
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The good of other times let people state;
I think it lucky I was born so late.
[Lat., Prisca juvent alios; ego me nunc denique natum Gratulor.]
Gone--glimmering through the dream of things that were.
Gone--glimmering through the dream of things that were.
