Tixall Poetry/A Broken Wether-Glasse
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A Broken Wether-Glasse.
Oh, trust not to mortality!
This glas was stronger fair then we;
No change of season could it dread,
No heat, no cold, and yet tis dead.
This glas was stronger fair then we;
No change of season could it dread,
No heat, no cold, and yet tis dead.