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Show TIMES 00 DY TUniJS. The lopped tree In tlmo may grow again, Most nnked plant, renew both fruit and flower, Tho sorriest weight may find relief from pain The driest toll suck In some moistening shower Times go by turns, and ch nice, change by coarse, Trom foul to fair, from better hap to The sn of fortune doth foreicr flow, She tlrnivs htr favors to the lowest ebb, Her tld.s have equal times lo tome and bo, Her loom dolh weave tho fine and coarsest web No Joy so great but runneth to nn end No hap so hard but may In tlmo am Not always fall of leaf, nor eien sprint Not endless night nor jet eternal dn , The saddest birds a season find to sing The roughest storm a calm miy soon Allay. Thus with succeeding turn. God temper- clh all. That man may hope to rise, yet feir to f.tll. A thane, may win that by mischance wa, lost, That net that holds no great, takes llt-tlt llt-tlt n.h, in some things all, In all things none are ciossed, Tew all they need, but nono hnve all they wish Who least, havn some; who most, hath inner all, -Itobert Southwell |