More Poems. 26. I Counsel You Beware Good creatures, do you love your lives And have you ears for sense? Here is a knife like other knives, That cost me eighteen pence. I need but stick it in my heart And down will come the sky, And earth’s foundations will depart And all you folk will die. |
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