When you are an Anvill, hold you still; when you are a hammer,
strike your fill.

When you are an Anvill, hold you still; when you are a hammer,
strike your fill.

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.

His golden locks time hath to silver turned,
O time too swift! O swiftness never ceasing!
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His golden locks time hath to silver turned,
O time too swift! O swiftness never ceasing!
His youth 'gainst Time and Age hath ever spurned,
But spurned in vain! Youth waneth by increasing.

There are three waies, the Vniversities, the Sea, the Court.

There are three waies, the Vniversities, the Sea, the Court.

Hee that loves the tree, loves the branch.

Hee that loves the tree, loves the branch.

Sweet mercy is nobility's true badge.

Sweet mercy is nobility's true badge.

Night is the mother of Councels.

Night is the mother of Councels.

The thing that hath been, it is that which shall be; and that
which is done is that which read more

The thing that hath been, it is that which shall be; and that
which is done is that which shall be done: and there is no new
thing under the sun.

And from his ashes may be made
The violet of his native land.

And from his ashes may be made
The violet of his native land.