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Like summer tempest came her tears:
Sweet my child, I live for thee.
Like summer tempest came her tears:
Sweet my child, I live for thee.
Feares are divided in the midst.
Feares are divided in the midst.
In neglected fields the fern grows, which must be cleared out by
fire.
In neglected fields the fern grows, which must be cleared out by
fire.
He that sings on friday, will weepe on Sunday.
He that sings on friday, will weepe on Sunday.
The great put the little on the hooke.
The great put the little on the hooke.
He that feares death lives not.
He that feares death lives not.
There is more of bitterness than good nature in him.
There is more of bitterness than good nature in him.
Life like an empty dream flits by.
Life like an empty dream flits by.
A great fortune is a great slavery.
A great fortune is a great slavery.
