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Little we heed the tempest drear,
While music, mirth, and social cheer,
Speed on their wings the read more
Little we heed the tempest drear,
While music, mirth, and social cheer,
Speed on their wings the passing year.
Evening words are not like to morning.
Evening words are not like to morning.
Poverty is the mother of health.
Poverty is the mother of health.
They say, best men are moulded out of faults.
They say, best men are moulded out of faults.
When sorrows come, they come not single spies,
But in battalions.
When sorrows come, they come not single spies,
But in battalions.
When yet was ever found a mother
Who'd give her booby for another?
When yet was ever found a mother
Who'd give her booby for another?
Fire, if neglected, will soon gain strength.
Fire, if neglected, will soon gain strength.
