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Much spends the traveller, more then the abider.
Much spends the traveller, more then the abider.
Friend, for your epitaph I'm grieved,
Where still so much is said;
One half will never be read more
Friend, for your epitaph I'm grieved,
Where still so much is said;
One half will never be believed,
The other never read.
The little cannot bee great, unlesse he devoure many.
The little cannot bee great, unlesse he devoure many.
Thoughts shut up want air,
And spoil like bales unopen'd to the sun.
Thoughts shut up want air,
And spoil like bales unopen'd to the sun.
Behind the clouds is the sun still shining.
Behind the clouds is the sun still shining.
Go forth a conqueror and win great victories.
Go forth a conqueror and win great victories.
Dispel the cold, bounteously replenishing the hearth with logs.
Dispel the cold, bounteously replenishing the hearth with logs.
You tell a tale to a dead man.
You tell a tale to a dead man.