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The peasant thanked her with their tears,
When food and clothes were given;
"This is a joy," read more
The peasant thanked her with their tears,
When food and clothes were given;
"This is a joy," the lady said,
"Saints cannot taste in heaven."
The mob may hiss me, but I congratulate myself while I
contemplate my treasures in their hoard.
The mob may hiss me, but I congratulate myself while I
contemplate my treasures in their hoard.
A burthen cheerfully borne becomes light.
A burthen cheerfully borne becomes light.
Being on sea saile, being on land settle.
Being on sea saile, being on land settle.
The tooth-ach is more ease then to deale with ill people.
The tooth-ach is more ease then to deale with ill people.
What you do for an ungrateful man is thrown away.
What you do for an ungrateful man is thrown away.
Gamsters and race-horses never last long.
Gamsters and race-horses never last long.
In my integrity I'll wrap me up.
In my integrity I'll wrap me up.
Short boughs, long vintage.
Short boughs, long vintage.
