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Were it not for the bone in the legge, all the world would turne
Carpenters (to make them crutches).
Were it not for the bone in the legge, all the world would turne
Carpenters (to make them crutches).
Well does he sleep who knows not that his sleep has been broken.
Well does he sleep who knows not that his sleep has been broken.
While tears that from repentance flow,
In bright exhalement reach the skies.
While tears that from repentance flow,
In bright exhalement reach the skies.
He that gives me small gifts would have me live.
He that gives me small gifts would have me live.
Wouldst thou, or thou,
Forego what's now,
For all that hope may say?
No--joy's read more
Wouldst thou, or thou,
Forego what's now,
For all that hope may say?
No--joy's reply,
From every eye,
Is, "Live we while we may."
What loss feels he that wots not what he loses?
What loss feels he that wots not what he loses?
There is no heat of affection but is joyned with some idlenesse
of brain, says the Spaniard.
There is no heat of affection but is joyned with some idlenesse
of brain, says the Spaniard.
Foes, friends, men, women, now are nought to me
But dreams of what has been, no more to be.
Foes, friends, men, women, now are nought to me
But dreams of what has been, no more to be.
A living dog is better than a dead lion.
A living dog is better than a dead lion.