...blowing of his naih, Can neither call it perfcft day or night. The Klcffings of a Sbej'bml' s Lije. О God ! methinks it were a happy life, To be no better than a homely fwain ; To fit upon a hill, as 1 do now, To carve out didls quaintly, point by poinr, Thereby to fee...

...thence. 'Would I were dead ! if God's good will were fo : For what is in this world, but grief and woe ? O God ! methinks, it were a happy life, To be no better than a homely fwain ; To fit upon a hill, as I do now, To carve out dials quaintly, point by point, Thereby to fee...

...thence. 'Would I were dead ! if God's good will were fo For what is in this world, but grief and woe ? O God ! methinks it were a happy life, To be no better than a homely fwain ; To fit upon a hill, as I do now, To carve out dials quaintly, point by point, Thereby to fee...

...Would I were dead ! if God's good will were fo : ' For what is in this world, but grief and woe ? " O God ! methinks, it were a happy life, ' To be no better than a homely fwain ; " To fit upon a hill, as I do now, " To carve out dials quaintly, point by point, " Thereby...

...Would I were dead ! if God's good will were fo: ' For what is in this world, but grief and woe ? " O God ! methinks, it were a happy life, ' To be no better than a homely fwain ; . " To fit upon a hill, as I do now, " To carve out dials quaintly, point by point, " Thereby...

...fellowship seem'd far unfit for warlike I'^^tn. Sfenser. a. A country servant employed in husbandry. It were a happy life To be no better than a homely swain. Stall f. j. A pastoral youth. Blest tviaini! whose nymphs in ev'ry grace Blest nymphs ! whose ttutiiu...

...were so: ' For what is in this world, but grief and woe ? * O God! methinks, it were & happy life, 9 ' To be no better than a homely swain; * To sit upon...they run: * How many make the hour full complete, 1 * How many hours bring about the day, * How many days will finish up the year, * How many years a...

...what is in this world, hut grief and woe ? * O God! methinks, it were a happy life,9 ' To he no hetter than a homely swain; * To sit upon a hill, as I do now, * To carve out dials quaintly, point hy point, * Therehy to see the minutes how they run: * How many make the hour full complete,1 * How...

...the crowded haunts of men, I could not forbear thinking, that here, at least, as Shakespeare says, it were.... • A happy life, To be no better than a homely swain, To sit upon a hill ai we do now, To carve out dials quaintly, point by point, Thereby to tee the minutes how they run...

...' For what is in this world, but 'grief and woe ? * O God ! methinks , it were a happy life, ' T« be no better than a homely swain,; * To sit upon a hill , as t do now, * To carve out dials quaintly , point Ly point, * Thereby to see the minutes how th*y run...