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Who is there that, shooting all day long, does not sometimes hit
the mark?
Who is there that, shooting all day long, does not sometimes hit
the mark?
The corne hides it self in the snow, as an old man in furrs.
The corne hides it self in the snow, as an old man in furrs.
As many men, so many opinions.
As many men, so many opinions.
What mare's nest hast thou found?
What mare's nest hast thou found?
For no one cares for matrimonial cooings,
There's nothing wrong in a connubial kiss.
For no one cares for matrimonial cooings,
There's nothing wrong in a connubial kiss.
Fine words dresse ill deedes.
Fine words dresse ill deedes.
To his tuned spirit the wild heather-bells
Ring Sabbath knells;
The sod's a cushion for his pious read more
To his tuned spirit the wild heather-bells
Ring Sabbath knells;
The sod's a cushion for his pious want,
And, consecrated by the heaven within it,
The sky-blue pool a font.
The face, not the woman is the attraction.
The face, not the woman is the attraction.
