 | Poetical Works of Robert Bridges excluding the eight dramas |  |
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[Sorrow and joy, two sisters coy]
Sorrow and joy, two sisters coy,
Aye for our hearts are fighting:
The half our years are teen and tears,
And half are mere delighting.
Aye for our hearts are fighting:
The half our years are teen and tears,
And half are mere delighting.
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So when joy's cup is brimm'd full up,
Take no thought o' the morrow:
So fine's your bliss, ye shall not miss
To have your turn wi' sorrow.
Take no thought o' the morrow:
So fine's your bliss, ye shall not miss
To have your turn wi' sorrow.
And she with ruth will teach you truth,
She is man's very med'cin:
She'll drive us straight to heav'n's high gate,
Ay, she can stuff our heads in.
She is man's very med'cin:
She'll drive us straight to heav'n's high gate,
Ay, she can stuff our heads in.
Blush not nor blench with either wench,
Make neither brag nor pother:
God send you, son, enough of one
And not too much o' t'other.
Make neither brag nor pother:
God send you, son, enough of one
And not too much o' t'other.
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