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God tempers the wind to the shorn lamb.
God tempers the wind to the shorn lamb.
Wee know not who lives or dies.
Wee know not who lives or dies.
Fill the bright goblet, spread the festive board!
Fill the bright goblet, spread the festive board!
Round, round, while thus we go round,
The best thing a man can do,
Is to make read more
Round, round, while thus we go round,
The best thing a man can do,
Is to make it at least, a merry-go-round,
By--sending the wine round too.
Hee that bewailes himselfe hath the cure in his hands.
Hee that bewailes himselfe hath the cure in his hands.
Life's cares are comforts; such by heaven design'd
He that has none, must make them or be wretched.
Life's cares are comforts; such by heaven design'd
He that has none, must make them or be wretched.
How calm, how beautiful comes on
The stilly hour, when storms are gone!
When warring winds have read more
How calm, how beautiful comes on
The stilly hour, when storms are gone!
When warring winds have died away,
And clouds, beneath the glancing ray,
Melt off, and leave the land and sea
Sleeping in bright tranquillity.
Honour and profit lie not in one sacke.
Honour and profit lie not in one sacke.
