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He clasps the crag with hooked hands;
Close to the sun in lonely lands,
Ring'd with the read more
He clasps the crag with hooked hands;
Close to the sun in lonely lands,
Ring'd with the azure world, he stands.
The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls:
He watches from his mountain walls,
And like a thunderbolt he falls.
Of faire things, the Autumne is faire.
Of faire things, the Autumne is faire.
Preferment goes by letter and affection.
Preferment goes by letter and affection.
Man's inhumanity to man
Makes countless thousands mourn!
Man's inhumanity to man
Makes countless thousands mourn!
There is a remedy for every thing, could men find it.
There is a remedy for every thing, could men find it.
A little and good fills the trencher.
A little and good fills the trencher.
A pittifull looke askes enough.
A pittifull looke askes enough.
Let your mind, happily contented with the present, care not what
the morrow will bring with it.
Let your mind, happily contented with the present, care not what
the morrow will bring with it.
The mind does not easily unlearn what it has been long in
learning.
The mind does not easily unlearn what it has been long in
learning.
