John Heywood's complete series of home lesson books, Bog 2


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Side 42 - THE wretch, condemn'd with life to part, Still, still on hope relies ; And every pang that rends the heart, Bids expectation rise. Hope, like the glimmering taper's light, Adorns and cheers the way ; And still, as darker grows the night, Emits a brighter ray.
Side 52 - Since Trifles make the Sum of human things And half our misery from our foibles springs...
Side 47 - Industry all easy, as Poor Richard says; and He that riseth late must trot all Day, and shall scarce overtake his Business at Night; while Laziness travels so slowly, that Poverty soon overtakes him...
Side 23 - If solid happiness we prize, Within our breast this jewel lies ; And they are fools who roam : The world has nothing to bestow ; From our own selves our joys must flow, And that dear hut, our home.
Side 23 - BLESSED be thy name for ever, Thou of life the Guard and Giver ! Thou canst guard thy creatures sleeping, Heal the heart long broke with weeping : God of stillness and of motion, Of the desert and the ocean, Of the mountain, rock, and river, Blessed be thy name for ever ! 2 Thou who slumberest not, nor sleepest, Blest are they thou kindly keepest.
Side 37 - There is an eye that never sleeps Beneath the wing of night ; There is an ear that never shuts When sink the beams of light. There is an arm that never tires When human strength gives way ; There is a love that never fails When earthly loves decay.
Side 16 - God will surely ask, Ere I enter heaven, Have I done the task Which to me was given ? Little drops of rain Bring the springing flowers ; And I may attain Much by little powers.
Side 27 - A little word in kindness spoken, A motion or a tear, Has often healed the heart that's broken. And made a friend sincere.
Side 23 - For a' that, and a' that, That man to man, the warld o'er, It's coming yet, for a' that; Shall brothers be for a' that. THE SOLDIER. P'0R gold the merchant ploughs the main, The farmer ploughs the manor; But glory is the soldier's prize ; The soldier's wealth is honour : The brave poor soldier ne'er despise, Nor count him as a stranger, Remember he's his country's stay In day and hour o
Side 14 - I will to-morrow, that I will, I will be sure to do it; To-morrow comes, to-morrow goes, And still thou art to do it. Thus still repentance is deferred. From one day to another: Until the day of death is come, And judgment is the other.

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