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Tixall Poetry.
The Poore New Ye Are's Gift of Wishes Cobled Together.
We all do in obedience here present
Our joyned wishes as a new year's rent.
We had neede be all together, that we may
Help one another out what we would say.
Each in ourselves we'd satisfie much less,
Since each wish more than we can all express.
May you love nothing but what joys may bring,
And they so many as may seme to spring.
May day ne're breake but with your hart content,
Nor night e're come without a compliment.
May them that bring you any, heaven so bless,
All still may strive to increase your happiness.
May nothing that displeases with you stay,
Nor any thing delights you keep away.
Be all your sorrow with the last year gone,
Past e're returning, and may never one
Our joyned wishes as a new year's rent.
We had neede be all together, that we may
Help one another out what we would say.
Each in ourselves we'd satisfie much less,
Since each wish more than we can all express.
May you love nothing but what joys may bring,
And they so many as may seme to spring.
May day ne're breake but with your hart content,
Nor night e're come without a compliment.
May them that bring you any, heaven so bless,
All still may strive to increase your happiness.
May nothing that displeases with you stay,
Nor any thing delights you keep away.
Be all your sorrow with the last year gone,
Past e're returning, and may never one
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