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And there is ev'n a happinessThat makes the heart afraid!
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There's not a string attuned to mirthBut has its chord in melancholy.
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But evil is wrought by want of thought,As well as want of heart.
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I saw old Autumn in the misty mornTo silence.
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Straight down the Crooked Lane,And all round the Square.
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For my part, getting up seems not so easyBy half as lying.
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Seem'd washing his hands with invisible soapIn imperceptible water.
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Oh bed! oh bed! delicious bed!That heaven upon earth to the weary head.
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He lies like a hedgehog rolled up the wrong way, Tormenting himself with his prickles.
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Alas! for the rarityUnder the sun!
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Even God's providence Seeming estranged.
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Sewing at once a double thread, A shroud as well as a shirt.
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No blessed leisure for love or hope, But only time for grief.
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My tears must stop, for every drop Hinders needle and thread.
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Oh, God! that bread should be so dear,And flesh and blood so cheap!
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Thus she stood amid the stooks,Praising God with sweetest looks.
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When he is forsaken,What can an old man do but die?
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Oh would I were dead now, And have a good cry!
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Home-made dishes that drive one from home.
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Spurned by the young, but hugged by the oldTo the very verge of the churchyard mould.
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Another tumble! That's his precious nose!
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A wife who preaches in her gown,And lectures in her night-dress.
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Pity it is to slay the meanest thing.
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