Hee that knowes what may bee gained in a day never steales.

Hee that knowes what may bee gained in a day never steales.

And on her lover's arm she leant,
And round her waist she felt it fold,
And far read more

And on her lover's arm she leant,
And round her waist she felt it fold,
And far across the hills they went,
In that new world that is the old.

Blest tears of soul-felt penitence!
In whose benign, redeeming flow
Is felt the first, the only sense
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Blest tears of soul-felt penitence!
In whose benign, redeeming flow
Is felt the first, the only sense
Of guiltless joy that guilt can know.

The great put the little on the hooke.

The great put the little on the hooke.

Every picture tells a story.

Every picture tells a story.

He that is afraid of leaves, goes not to the wood.

He that is afraid of leaves, goes not to the wood.

In all labour there is profit.

In all labour there is profit.

Not perfect, nay, but full of tender wants.

Not perfect, nay, but full of tender wants.

I wept when I was borne, and every day shewes why.
[I wept when I was born and every read more

I wept when I was borne, and every day shewes why.
[I wept when I was born and every day explains why.]