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But we that have but span-long life,
The thicker must lay on the pleasure;
And since time read more
But we that have but span-long life,
The thicker must lay on the pleasure;
And since time will not stay,
We'll add night to the day,
Thus, thus we'll fill the measure.
Be aristocracy the only joy:
Let commerce perish--let the world expire.
Be aristocracy the only joy:
Let commerce perish--let the world expire.
The service was of great array,
That they were served with that day.
Thus they ate, and read more
The service was of great array,
That they were served with that day.
Thus they ate, and made them glad,
With such service as they had--
When they had dined, as I you say,
Lordis and ladies yede to play;
Some to tables and some to chess,
With other games more and less.
Great pity were it if this beneficence of Providence should be
marr'd in the ordering, so as to justly read more
Great pity were it if this beneficence of Providence should be
marr'd in the ordering, so as to justly merit the Reflection of
the old proverb, that though God sends us meat, yet the D------
does cooks.
A little house well fill'd, a little land well till'd, and a
little wife well will'd, are great riches.
A little house well fill'd, a little land well till'd, and a
little wife well will'd, are great riches.
As drifting logs of wood may haply meet
On ocean's waters surging to and fro,
And having read more
As drifting logs of wood may haply meet
On ocean's waters surging to and fro,
And having met, drift once again apart,
So, fleeting is the intercourse of men.
E'en as a traveler meeting with the shade
Of some o'erhung tree, awhile reposes,
Then leaves its shelter to pursue his ways,
So men meet friends, then part with them for ever.
Happy am I; from care I'm free!
Why aren't they all contented like me?
Happy am I; from care I'm free!
Why aren't they all contented like me?
John Lee is dead, that good old man,--
We ne'er shall see him more:
He used to read more
John Lee is dead, that good old man,--
We ne'er shall see him more:
He used to wear an old drab coat
All buttoned down before.
Here's to France, the moon whose magic rays move the tides of the
world.
Here's to France, the moon whose magic rays move the tides of the
world.
