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That which will not be spun, let it not come betweene the spindle
and the distaffe.
That which will not be spun, let it not come betweene the spindle
and the distaffe.
Wept o'er his wounds, or tales of sorrow done,
Shoulder'd his crutch, and show'd how fields were won.
Wept o'er his wounds, or tales of sorrow done,
Shoulder'd his crutch, and show'd how fields were won.
My age, my inclinations, are no longer what they were.
My age, my inclinations, are no longer what they were.
There are more men threatned then stricken.
There are more men threatned then stricken.
Whither art thou rushing to destruction?
Whither art thou rushing to destruction?
Every bullet has its billet.
Every bullet has its billet.
The yeare doth nothing else but open and shut.
The yeare doth nothing else but open and shut.
Good words are worth much, and cost little.
Good words are worth much, and cost little.
