My Small Boat
Man please thy maker and be merry set not for this world a cherry.
My reason is not framed to bend or stoop; my knees are.
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So foul a sky clears not without a storm
Do not look where you fell, but where you slipped.
The Nativity Among the oxen (like an ox I'm slow) I see a glory in the stable grow Which, with…