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Breathes there the man with soul so dead,
Who never to himself hath said,
This is my read more
Breathes there the man with soul so dead,
Who never to himself hath said,
This is my own, my native land!
Whose heart hath ne'er within him burn'd,
As home his footsteps he hath turn'd,
From wandering on a foreign strand!
Censure pardons the ravens but rebukes the doves. [The innocent
are punished and the wicked escape.]
Censure pardons the ravens but rebukes the doves. [The innocent
are punished and the wicked escape.]
Light burthens, long borne, growe heavie.
[Light burdens, long borne, grow heavy.]
Light burthens, long borne, growe heavie.
[Light burdens, long borne, grow heavy.]
The best smell is bread, the best savour, salt, the best love
that of children.
The best smell is bread, the best savour, salt, the best love
that of children.
Hee that's fed at anothers hand may stay long ere he be full.
Hee that's fed at anothers hand may stay long ere he be full.
Friend, for your epitaph I'm grieved,
Where still so much is said;
One half will never be read more
Friend, for your epitaph I'm grieved,
Where still so much is said;
One half will never be believed,
The other never read.
Every tub must stand upon its bottom.
Every tub must stand upon its bottom.
At morn the blackcock trims his jetty wing,
'Tis morning prompts the linnet's blithest lay;
All Nature's read more
At morn the blackcock trims his jetty wing,
'Tis morning prompts the linnet's blithest lay;
All Nature's children feel the matin spring
Of life reviving, with reviving day.
