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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.
Let every man practise the trade which he best understands.
Let every man practise the trade which he best understands.
In grasping at uncertainties we lost that which is certain.
In grasping at uncertainties we lost that which is certain.
They that hold the greatest farmes, pay the least rent (applyed
to rich men that are unthankful to God).
They that hold the greatest farmes, pay the least rent (applyed
to rich men that are unthankful to God).
I wept when I was borne, and every day shewes why.
[I wept when I was born and every read more
I wept when I was borne, and every day shewes why.
[I wept when I was born and every day explains why.]
Who could be happy and alone or good?
Who could be happy and alone or good?
A man's destiny is alwayes dark.
A man's destiny is alwayes dark.
Although the last, not least.
Although the last, not least.
What mighty contests rise from trivial things.
What mighty contests rise from trivial things.
