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Our praises are our wages.
Our praises are our wages.
While gripinge grefes ye hart would wounde,
And dolefulle domps ye mynde oppresse,
There musicke with her read more
While gripinge grefes ye hart would wounde,
And dolefulle domps ye mynde oppresse,
There musicke with her silver sound,
Is wont with spede to send redresse.
Give me neither poverty nor riches; feed me with food convenient
for me.
Give me neither poverty nor riches; feed me with food convenient
for me.
Pedigree and ancestry and what we ourselves have not achieved, I
scarcely recognize as our own.
Pedigree and ancestry and what we ourselves have not achieved, I
scarcely recognize as our own.
Where you thinke there is bacon, there is no Chimney.
Where you thinke there is bacon, there is no Chimney.
'Twixt hope and fear, anxiety and anger.
'Twixt hope and fear, anxiety and anger.