What need the bridge much broader than the flood?
She's gone. I am abused, and my relief must be to loathe her.
And send him many years of sunshine days!
You great benefactors, sprinkle our society with thankfulness. For your own gifts, make yourselves praised.
And oftentimes, to win us to our harm, The instruments of darkness tell us truths, Win us with honest trifles, to betray's In deepest consequence
For to be wise and love exceeds man's might.