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The table robbes more then a thiefe.
The table robbes more then a thiefe.
A people without history is like the wind on the buffalo grass.
A people without history is like the wind on the buffalo grass.
Grief brims itself and flows away in tears.
Grief brims itself and flows away in tears.
Drooping along the ground the vine misses its widowed elm.
Drooping along the ground the vine misses its widowed elm.
No day so clear but hath dark clouds.
No day so clear but hath dark clouds.
By many indignities we come to dignities.
By many indignities we come to dignities.
We hold our greyhound in our hand,
Our falcon on our glove;
But where shall we find read more
We hold our greyhound in our hand,
Our falcon on our glove;
But where shall we find leash, or band,
For dame that loves to rove?
