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We are born poets. we become orators.
We are born poets. we become orators.
I make a declaration every spring,
Of reformation ere the year run out,
But somehow this my read more
I make a declaration every spring,
Of reformation ere the year run out,
But somehow this my vestal vary takes wing.
This is truth the poet sings,
That a sorrow's crown of sorrows is remembering happier things.
This is truth the poet sings,
That a sorrow's crown of sorrows is remembering happier things.
He rejoices to have made his way by ruin of others.
[Lat., Gaudensque viam fecisse ruina.]
He rejoices to have made his way by ruin of others.
[Lat., Gaudensque viam fecisse ruina.]
A continual dropping in a very rainy day and a contentious woman
are alike.
A continual dropping in a very rainy day and a contentious woman
are alike.
When yet was ever found a mother
Who'd give her booby for another?
When yet was ever found a mother
Who'd give her booby for another?
Still fisheth he that catcheth one.
Still fisheth he that catcheth one.
