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The evening praises the day, and the morning a frost.
The evening praises the day, and the morning a frost.
Since you know all, and I nothing, tell me what I dreamed last
night.
Since you know all, and I nothing, tell me what I dreamed last
night.
Ever since we weare cloathes, we know not one another.
Ever since we weare cloathes, we know not one another.
Gold! gold! gold! gold!
Bright and yellow, hard and cold!
Gold! gold! gold! gold!
Bright and yellow, hard and cold!
Our content
Is our best having.
Our content
Is our best having.
Where you thinke there is bacon, there is no Chimney.
Where you thinke there is bacon, there is no Chimney.
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!
You kick against the goad.
You kick against the goad.
Dry bread at home is better then rost meate abroad.
Dry bread at home is better then rost meate abroad.
