Almanack, An
This strange ecclipse, one saies,
Strange wonders doth foretell;
But you whose wives excell,
And love to count their praise,
Shut all your gates, your hedges plant with thornes,
The sun did threat the world this time with hornes.
Strange wonders doth foretell;
But you whose wives excell,
And love to count their praise,
Shut all your gates, your hedges plant with thornes,
The sun did threat the world this time with hornes.
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