Throw not my words away, as many do;
They're gold in value, though they're cheap to you.
O words are poor receipts for what time hath stole away
I found the poems in the fields,
And only wrote them down.
Throw not my words away, as many do;
They're gold in value, though they're cheap to you.
O words are poor receipts for what time hath stole away
I found the poems in the fields,
And only wrote them down.