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The foule Toade hath a faire stone in his head.
The foule Toade hath a faire stone in his head.
Wept o'er his wounds, or tales of sorrow done,
Shoulder'd his crutch, and show'd how fields were won.
Wept o'er his wounds, or tales of sorrow done,
Shoulder'd his crutch, and show'd how fields were won.
A childs service is little, yet hee is no little foole that
despiseth it.
A childs service is little, yet hee is no little foole that
despiseth it.
Love is the true price of love.
Love is the true price of love.
Being on sea saile, being on land settle.
Being on sea saile, being on land settle.
And with them words of so sweet breath composed
As made the things more rich.
And with them words of so sweet breath composed
As made the things more rich.
How far that little candle throws its beams;
So shines a good deed in a naughty world.
How far that little candle throws its beams;
So shines a good deed in a naughty world.
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.
