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But sighs subside, and tears (even widows') shrink,
Like Arno in the summer, to a shallow.
But sighs subside, and tears (even widows') shrink,
Like Arno in the summer, to a shallow.
Thrice is he armed that hath his quarrel just,
And he but naked, though locked up in steel,
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Thrice is he armed that hath his quarrel just,
And he but naked, though locked up in steel,
Whose conscience with injustice is corrupted.
He did not care a button for it.
He did not care a button for it.
There's not a string attuned to mirth,
But has its chord in melancholy.
There's not a string attuned to mirth,
But has its chord in melancholy.
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.]
He that knowes nothing, doubts nothing.
He that knowes nothing, doubts nothing.
Death falls heavily on that man who, known too well to others,
dies in ignorance of himself.
Death falls heavily on that man who, known too well to others,
dies in ignorance of himself.
