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[Hither we come into this world of woe]
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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[Hither we come into this world of woe]

Hither we come into this world of woe

Hither we come into this world of woe, and feeling to what end wee come, wee cry, i'th morning of our age like flowrs we blow, and like Gods figures seeme too good to die: but let affliction touch us, and like clay we fall to what we are, and end the day.