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The good mother sayes not, Will you? but gives.
The good mother sayes not, Will you? but gives.
Grief brims itself and flows away in tears.
Grief brims itself and flows away in tears.
Some flowers of Eden ye yet inherit,
But the trail of the serpent is over them all.
Some flowers of Eden ye yet inherit,
But the trail of the serpent is over them all.
He that feares death lives not.
He that feares death lives not.
To meditate an injury is to commit one.
To meditate an injury is to commit one.
This world is nothing except it tend to another.
This world is nothing except it tend to another.
Care keeps his watch in every old man's eye.
Care keeps his watch in every old man's eye.
There is no retracing our steps.
There is no retracing our steps.