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My soul is dark! oh quickly string
The harp I yet can brook to hear.
My soul is dark! oh quickly string
The harp I yet can brook to hear.
He found a city of bricks, he left one of marble.
He found a city of bricks, he left one of marble.
Going as if he trod upon eggs.
Going as if he trod upon eggs.
When we our betters see bearing our woes,
We scarcely think our miseries our foes.
When we our betters see bearing our woes,
We scarcely think our miseries our foes.
That which two will, takes effect.
That which two will, takes effect.
Old men, when they scorne young, make much of death.
Old men, when they scorne young, make much of death.
A blustering night, a faire day.
A blustering night, a faire day.
Like St. George, always in his saddle, never on his way.
- Clement Walker,
Like St. George, always in his saddle, never on his way.
- Clement Walker,
