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Thursday come, and the week's gone.
Thursday come, and the week's gone.
He is a foole that makes a wedge of his fist.
He is a foole that makes a wedge of his fist.
As the sweet voice of a bird,
Heard by the lander in a lonely isle,
Moves him read more
As the sweet voice of a bird,
Heard by the lander in a lonely isle,
Moves him to think what kind of bird it is,
That sings so delicately clear, and make
Conjecture of the plumage and the form.
We believe not a liar, even when he is speaking the truth.
We believe not a liar, even when he is speaking the truth.
What your glasse telles you, will not be told by Councell.
What your glasse telles you, will not be told by Councell.
Sharp is the kiss of the falcon's beak.
Sharp is the kiss of the falcon's beak.
It a wretched thing to suffer at the hand of one of whom we
cannot complain.
It a wretched thing to suffer at the hand of one of whom we
cannot complain.
