Our sincerest laughter
With some pain is fraught:
Our sweetest songs are those which tell of saddest read more

Our sincerest laughter
With some pain is fraught:
Our sweetest songs are those which tell of saddest thought.

Unto the pure all things are pure.

Unto the pure all things are pure.

He that goeth farre hath many encounters.

He that goeth farre hath many encounters.

The rose is fairest when 'tis budding new,
And hope is brightest when it dawns from fears;
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The rose is fairest when 'tis budding new,
And hope is brightest when it dawns from fears;
The rose is sweetest wash'd with morning dew,
And love is loveliest when embalm'd in tears.

Heap on more wood! the wind is chill!
But let it whistle as it will,
We'll keep read more

Heap on more wood! the wind is chill!
But let it whistle as it will,
We'll keep up Christmas merry still.

I hang my ears like an ass whose spirits droop.

I hang my ears like an ass whose spirits droop.

I will be correspondent to command.

I will be correspondent to command.

Sweet discourse makes short daies and nights.

Sweet discourse makes short daies and nights.

One hand washeth another, and both the face.

One hand washeth another, and both the face.