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Drought never brought dearth.
Drought never brought dearth.
For want of a naile the shoe is lost, for want of a shoe the
horse is lost, for read more
For want of a naile the shoe is lost, for want of a shoe the
horse is lost, for want of a horse the rider is lost.
The mind that broods o'er guilty woes
Is like a scorpion girt by fire.
The mind that broods o'er guilty woes
Is like a scorpion girt by fire.
When sorrows come, they come not single spies,
But in battalions.
When sorrows come, they come not single spies,
But in battalions.
They talke of Christmas so long, that it comes.
They talke of Christmas so long, that it comes.
A little with quiet is the onely dyet.
A little with quiet is the onely dyet.
