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We have not wings, we cannot soar,
But we have feet to scale and climb
By slow read more
We have not wings, we cannot soar,
But we have feet to scale and climb
By slow degrees, by more and more,
The cloudy summits of our time.
For the labourer is worthy of his hire.
For the labourer is worthy of his hire.
Nothing dries sooner then a teare.
Nothing dries sooner then a teare.
Two other tender drops, which ready stood,
Each in their crystal sluice.
Two other tender drops, which ready stood,
Each in their crystal sluice.
Do not expect good from another's death.
Do not expect good from another's death.
Where lives the man that has not tried,
How mirth can into folly glide,
And folly into read more
Where lives the man that has not tried,
How mirth can into folly glide,
And folly into sin!
Power seldome grows old at Court.
Power seldome grows old at Court.
For washing his hands, none sels his lands.
For washing his hands, none sels his lands.
