| THE loppèd tree in time may grow again, |
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| Most naked plants renew both fruit and flower; |
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| The sorest wight may find release of pain, |
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| The driest soil suck in some moist’ning shower; |
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| Times go by turns and chances change by course, |
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| From foul to fair, from better hap to worse. |
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| The sea of Fortune doth not ever flow, |
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| She draws her favours to the lowest ebb; |
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| Her tides hath equal times to come and go, |
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| Her loom doth weave the fine and coarsest web; |
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| No joy so great but runneth to an end, |
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| No hap so hard but may in fine amend. |
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| Not always fall of leaf nor ever spring, |
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| No endless night yet not eternal day; |
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| The saddest birds a season find to sing, |
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| The roughest storm a calm may soon allay: |
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| Thus with succeeding turns God tempereth all, |
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| That man may hope to rise, yet fear to fall. |
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| A chance may win that by mischance was lost; |
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| The net that holds no great, takes little fish; |
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| In some things all, in all things none are crost, |
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| Few all they need, but none have all they wish; |
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| Unmeddled joys here to no man befall: |
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| Who least, hath some; who most, hath never all. |
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