Ruling the roast, Volume 2

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Page 184 - I'd have you do it ever: when you sing, I'd have you buy and sell so; so give alms; Pray so ; and for the ordering your affairs, To sing them too. When you do dance, I wish you A wave o' the sea, that you might ever do Nothing but that; move still, still so, and own No other function.
Page 163 - A weary lot is thine, fair maid, A weary lot is thine ! To pull the thorn thy brow to braid, And press the rue for wine! A lightsome eye, a soldier's mien, A feather of the blue, A doublet of the Lincoln green, — No more of me you knew, My love! No more of me you knew. 'This morn is merry June, I trow, The rose is budding fain; But she shall bloom in winter snow Ere we two meet again.
Page 321 - Whoso hath this world's good, and seeth his brother have need, and shutteth up his compassion from him, how dwelleth the love of God in him ? 1 St.
Page 213 - How can they say that nature Has nothing made in vain ; Why then beneath the water Should hideous rocks remain ? No eyes the rocks discover That lurk beneath the deep, To wreck the wandering lover, And leave the maid to weep.
Page 73 - And that there is, all nature cries aloud Through all her works — He must delight in virtue; And that which He delights in must be happy.
Page 153 - WHEN we two parted . In silence and tears, Half broken-hearted, To sever for years, Pale grew thy cheek and cold, Colder thy kiss ; Truly that hour foretold Sorrow to this. The dew of the morning Sunk chill on my brow — It felt like the warning Of what I feel now. Thy vows are all broken, And light is thy fame ; I hear thy name spoken, And share in its shame. They name thee before...
Page 201 - Sleep, image of thy father, sleep, my boy ; No lingering hour of sorrow shall be thine ; No sigh that rends thy father's heart and mine ; Bright as his manly sire the son shall be In form and soul ; but, ah ! more blest than he ! Thy fame, thy worth, thy filial love at last, Shall soothe his aching heart for all the past — With many a smile my solitude repay, And chase the world's ungenerous scorn away.
Page 70 - Ibant obscuri sola sub nocte per umbram perque domos Ditis vacuas et inania regna...
Page 141 - Saves the small inventory, bed and stool, Skillet and old carved chest, from public sale. They live, and live without extorted alms From grudging hands ; but other boast have none To...
Page 1 - Jog on, jog on, the foot-path way, And merrily hent\ the stile- a : A merry heart goes all the day, Your sad tires in a mile-a.

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