Say no ill of the yeere, till it be past.

Say no ill of the yeere, till it be past.

Blest tears of soul-felt penitence!
In whose benign, redeeming flow
Is felt the first, the only sense
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Blest tears of soul-felt penitence!
In whose benign, redeeming flow
Is felt the first, the only sense
Of guiltless joy that guilt can know.

One father is more then a hundred Schoolemasters.
[One father is more than a hundred Schoolmasters.]

One father is more then a hundred Schoolemasters.
[One father is more than a hundred Schoolmasters.]

For 'tis the mind that makes the body rich;
And as the sun breaks through the darkest clouds,
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For 'tis the mind that makes the body rich;
And as the sun breaks through the darkest clouds,
So honour peereth in the meanest habit.

Who like sour fruit to stir their veins' salt tides.

Who like sour fruit to stir their veins' salt tides.

Worship and birth to me are known
By look, by bearing, and by tone,
Not by furred read more

Worship and birth to me are known
By look, by bearing, and by tone,
Not by furred robe, or broidered zone.

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.

In avoiding one evil we fall into another, if we use not
discretion.

In avoiding one evil we fall into another, if we use not
discretion.

Pull downe your hatt on the winds side.

Pull downe your hatt on the winds side.