Thomas Haynes Bayly

There is a method in man's wickedness:
It grows up by degrees.

There is a method in man's wickedness:
It grows up by degrees.

Absence makes the heart grow fonder.

Absence makes the heart grow fonder.

And the Baron's retainers were blithe and gay,
And keeping their Christmas holiday.

And the Baron's retainers were blithe and gay,
And keeping their Christmas holiday.

Fly away, pretty moth, to the shade
Of the leaf where you slumbered all day;
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Fly away, pretty moth, to the shade
Of the leaf where you slumbered all day;
Be content with the moon and the stars, pretty moth,
And make use of your wings while you may.
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But tho' dreams of delight may have dazzled you quite,
They at last found it dangerous play;
Many things in this world that look bright, pretty moth,
Only dazzle to lead us astray.

The rose that all are praising
Is not the rose for me.

The rose that all are praising
Is not the rose for me.