Is this a holy thing to see In a rich and fruitful land, Babes reduced to misery, Fed with cold and usurous hand?
My mother bore me in the southern wild, And I am black, but O! my soul is white;
Come higher, Sleep, And my griefs enfold:
Farewell green fields and happy groves, Where flocks have took delight.
Whate'er is Born of Mortal Birth Must be consumed with the Earth
The sun descending in the west, The evening star does shine; The birds are silent in their nest, And I must seek for mine.
Your friendship oft has made my heart to ache: Do be my enemy for friendship's sake.
When a man has married a wife, he finds out whether Her knees and elbows are only glued together.
The Goddess Fortune is the devil's servant, ready to kiss any one's arse.
He is called by thy name, For he calls himself a Lamb, He is meek, and he is mild; He became a little child. I a child, and thou a lamb, We are called by his name.