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When treading London's well-known ground
If e'er I feel my spirits tire,
I haul my sail, look read more
When treading London's well-known ground
If e'er I feel my spirits tire,
I haul my sail, look up around,
In search of Whitbread's best entire.
- Unattributed Author,
Man only,--rash, refined, presumptuous Man--
Starts from his rank, and mars Creation's plan!
Born the free heir read more
Man only,--rash, refined, presumptuous Man--
Starts from his rank, and mars Creation's plan!
Born the free heir of nature's wide domain,
To art's strict limits bounds his narrow'd reign;
Resigns his native rights for meaner things,
For Faith and Fetters, Laws and Priests and Kings.
I think Nature hath lost the mould
Where she her shape did take;
Or else I doubt read more
I think Nature hath lost the mould
Where she her shape did take;
Or else I doubt if Nature could
So fair a creature make.
Our life's a flying shadow, God the pole,
The needle pointing to Him is our soul.
Our life's a flying shadow, God the pole,
The needle pointing to Him is our soul.
