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Stay a little and news will find you.
Stay a little and news will find you.
The ill that comes out of our mouth falles into our bosome.
The ill that comes out of our mouth falles into our bosome.
He that riseth betimes hath some thing in his head.
He that riseth betimes hath some thing in his head.
He will be beloved when he is no more.
He will be beloved when he is no more.
To each man at his birth nature has given some fault.
To each man at his birth nature has given some fault.
There come nought out of the sacke but what was there.
There come nought out of the sacke but what was there.
My soul is dark! oh quickly string
The harp I yet can brook to hear.
My soul is dark! oh quickly string
The harp I yet can brook to hear.
What's gone, and what's past help,
Should be past grieve.
What's gone, and what's past help,
Should be past grieve.
