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."

You are too sarcastic.

You are too sarcastic.

He that knowes nothing, doubts nothing.

He that knowes nothing, doubts nothing.

Traitors are hated even by those whom they prefer.

Traitors are hated even by those whom they prefer.

The itch of scribbling.

The itch of scribbling.

Be ye angry, and sin not: let not the sun go down upon your
wrath: Neither give place to read more

Be ye angry, and sin not: let not the sun go down upon your
wrath: Neither give place to the devil.

Behold him in conceited circles sail,
Strutting and dancing and now planted stiff,
In all his pomp read more

Behold him in conceited circles sail,
Strutting and dancing and now planted stiff,
In all his pomp of pageantry, as if
He felt the eyes of Europe on his tail.

Withdraw yourself from that vile bondage; Come say, "I am free,"
"I am free."

Withdraw yourself from that vile bondage; Come say, "I am free,"
"I am free."

The cholerick man never wants woe.

The cholerick man never wants woe.