E'en in mid-harvest, while the jocund swain
Pluck'd from the brittle stalk the golden grain,
Oft have I seen the war of winds contend,
And prone on earth th' infuriate storm descend,
Waste far and wide, and by the roots uptorn,
The heavy harvest sweep through ether borne,
As light straw and rapid stubble fly
In dark'ning whirlwinds round the wintry sky.
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Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield:
Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke:
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Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke:
How jocund did they drive their team a-field!
How bow'd the woods beneath their sturdy stroke!
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"Ten acres and a mule."
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[Lat., Beatus ille qui procul negotiis,
Ut prisca gens mortalium,
Paterna rura bobus exercet suis,
Solutus omni faenore.]
Ill husbandry lieth
In prison for debt:
Good husbandry spieth
Where profit get.
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In prison for debt:
Good husbandry spieth
Where profit get.
- Thomas Tusser,
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To go with the best:
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To go with the best:
Good husbandry baggeth
Up gold in his chest.
- Thomas Tusser,
