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Come little babe, come silly soul,
Thy father’s shame, thy mother’s grief,
Born as I doubt to all our dole,
And to thyself unhappy chief:
Sing lullaby, and lap it warm,
Poor soul that thinks no creature harm.

— Nicholas Breton

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To rise with the lark, and go to bed with the lamb.

We rise with the lark and go to bed with the lamb.

The Court and Country (1618)

When little children first are brought to schoole
A Horne-booke is a necessarie toole.

I wish my deadly foe, no worse
Than want of friends, and empty purse.

Put not thy spirit unto too much paine,
In searching secrets farre above thy skill:
And know a halbert from a hedging bill.

The Mothers Blessing (1602)

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