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I Think Thy Horse Will Sooner Con An Oration Than Thou Learn A Prayer Without Book.

It Is Silliness To Live When To Live Is Torment.

What Freezings I Have Felt, What Dark Days Seen, What Old December's Bareness Everywhere!

Poor And Content, Is Rich And Rich Enough; But Riches, Fineless, Is As Poor As Winter, To Him That Ever Fears He Shall Be Poor.

The Bitter Past, More Welcome Is The Sweet.