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Or will you think, my friend, your bus'ness done
When, of a hundred thorns, you pull out one.
Or will you think, my friend, your bus'ness done
When, of a hundred thorns, you pull out one.
But sighs subside, and tears (even widows') shrink,
Like Arno in the summer, to a shallow.
But sighs subside, and tears (even widows') shrink,
Like Arno in the summer, to a shallow.
A shippe and a woman are ever repairing.
A shippe and a woman are ever repairing.
A Daniel still say I, a second Daniel!
I thank thee, Jew, for teaching me that word.
A Daniel still say I, a second Daniel!
I thank thee, Jew, for teaching me that word.
Such as she is, who died to-day,
Such thou alas! mayst be to-morrow.
Such as she is, who died to-day,
Such thou alas! mayst be to-morrow.
The itch of disputing is the scab of the Church.
The itch of disputing is the scab of the Church.
The mob may hiss me, but I congratulate myself while I
contemplate my treasures in their hoard.
The mob may hiss me, but I congratulate myself while I
contemplate my treasures in their hoard.
The corne hides it self in the snow, as an old man in furrs.
The corne hides it self in the snow, as an old man in furrs.
