You stick in the same mire.

You stick in the same mire.

Give sorrow words; the grief that does not speak
Whispers the o'erfraught heart, and bids it break.

Give sorrow words; the grief that does not speak
Whispers the o'erfraught heart, and bids it break.

And whispering, "I will ne'er consent," consented.

And whispering, "I will ne'er consent," consented.

Simple is the language of truth.

Simple is the language of truth.

The time will come when you will hate the sight of a mirror.

The time will come when you will hate the sight of a mirror.

The corne hides it self in the snow, as an old man in furrs.

The corne hides it self in the snow, as an old man in furrs.

All wish for knowledge, but no one wishes to pay the price of it.

All wish for knowledge, but no one wishes to pay the price of it.

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.

Every day in thy life is a leaf in thy history.

Every day in thy life is a leaf in thy history.