<p>ALAS! Alas! WHat have I done?<lb/> Oh! Woe is me this day:<lb/> My Pitcher's broke!-all from this fun,-<lb/> This sily, romping play.<lb/> Oh! sad! what will my Mother fay?<lb/> Her words have come too true!<lb/> <pb n="uiuc_83931c29eep_fac062"/> On me alone the blame she'll lay,<lb/> Whatever shall I do?<lb/> And yet full many a time and oft,<lb/> In this same Pitcher too,<lb/> I've water drawn both hard and soft,<lb/> Nor had mishap to rue:<lb/> Pumpt water in ano thrown it out,<lb/> And pumpt it full again,<lb/> Nor e'en so much as chipp'd the spout,<lb/> For Mother to complain.<lb/> Alas! that I could ever be<lb/> So heedless of her say-<lb/> The warning she would give to me,<lb/> And, alsmost ev'ry day!<lb/> But here about young fellows are<lb/> So rollicking and free;<lb/> Pull girls about so much, nor care;<lb/> And most of all p'rhaps me.<lb/> That Hans there of our Village, he's <lb/> So rough and wild alway;<lb/> If I won't speak, he'll sulk, or tease<lb/> Whene'er I pass his way.<lb/> And I'm good natur'd too I know,<lb/> And where is then the blame,<lb/> I love a laugh sometimes, and who<lb/> At heart but does the same?<lb/> And I and other girls when we<lb/> Perchance together meet,<lb/> Some lads are always sure to be<lb/> At games about the street;<lb/> And so it was just now, althought<lb/> I did all I could do,<lb/> For Water first my way to go,<lb/> When Hans he joined us too.<lb/> Then there began a game all round<lb/> Of running-jibe and joke,<lb/> When down we came upon the ground,<lb/> And I my pitcher broke!<lb/> <pb n="uiuc_83931c29eep_fac063"/> And thus I've found the saying true,<lb/> I've many times heard spoken,<lb/> ''The Pot that goed to oft unto<lb/> The Well, at last gets broken.''</p> <p>TANT va la cruche à l'eau, que le manche y demeure.<lb/> DER Krug gienge so lang zur buch<lb/> Bis er zu lest zerbruch.<lb/> DER Krug gehet so lang zum brunnen, bis das er bricht.<lb/> TANTES va la secchia al pozzo, che vi lascia il manico.<lb/> CONSUMITUR peccando saepiùs pudor.<lb/> TANTO va la capra al cavolo, che vi lascia la pelle.<lb/> HET geytjen loopt soo dickwils in de koolen, tot het eens de vacht laet.<lb/> DE mug die om de keerse sweeft,<lb/> 't Is wonder soo die lange leeft.<lb/> WIE veel wil mallen,<lb/> Moet eenmael vallen.<lb/> Kakoïs [GREEEEEEEK].<lb/> Is est,<lb/> MALOS frequentans ipse et evades malus.<lb/> UNE folie est tost faite.<lb/> LET! vrysters! wie ontruet u gaen<lb/> Een malle greep is haest gedaen.<lb/> BE cautious, maidens, how ye run;<lb/> A foolish thing is speedy done.</p> <p>Avoid too much Familiarity.<lb/> IT is unwise both to use and to permit too great Familiarity. Who become<lb/> familiar, soon lose the superiority which their previous reserve gave to them; and,<lb/> consequently, their credit. We should be familiar with none-never with our superiors,<lb/> because it is dangerous; nor with our inferiors, because it is derogatory; and still<lb/> less with the vulgar, whose ignorace renders them insolent, and, unable to perceive<lb/> the honour that is done them, they presume that if it is their due. Familiarity is one<lb/> of the tendencies of a weak mind. -GRACIAN.<lb/> THE purest treasure mortal times afford<lb/> Is-spotless reputatuon; that away,<lb/> Men are but gilded loam, or painted clay. -SHAKESPEARE, Rich. III.</p> <pb n="uiuc_83931c29eep_fac064"/> <p>AND loth'st thou me, my Soule, loving to goe<lb/> Elsewhere, I pray thee whither, let me know,<lb/> Was thou not all this while my deerest mate,<lb/> My guest, my convoy, consort in estate;<lb/> While I did florish, thou didst constant prove,<lb/> My times are darkned now, so is thy love?<lb/> SOULE. Here as a captive to a keeper, so<lb/> I tyed was with thee, at list, to goe,<lb/> Banisht from home: loe now my bonds are loose,<lb/> Thou dy'st, I glad runne to my fathers house.<lb/> Soules bond with body hardly maketh breach,<lb/> Yet this doth dye, and that Heav'ns dwelling reach.<lb/> FARLIE'S Emblems.</p>

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The Pot Goeth so Long to the Water, Til at Last it Commeth Broken Home

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<p>THE POT GOETH SO LONG TO THE WATER, TIL AT LAST IT COMMETH BROKEN HOME</p>

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