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"He that hath failed in a little thing Hath a sign upon the brow; And the Earls of the Great Army Have no such seal to show. HE THAT HATH FAILED IN A LITTLE THING HATH A SIGN UPON HIS BROW AND THE EARLS OF THE GREAT ARMY HAVE NO SUCH SEAL TO SHOW
nder the greenwood tree-- The giant laughter of Christian men That roars through a thousand tales, Where greed is an ape and pride is an ass, And Jack's away with his master's lass, And the miser is banged with all his brass, The farmer with all his flails; Tales that tumble and tales that trick, Yet end not all in scorning-- Of kings and clowns in a merry plight, And the clock gone wrong and the world gone right, That the mummers sing upon Christmas night And Christmas Day in the morning. "Now here is a good warrant," Cried Alfred, "by my sword; For he that is struck for an ill servant Should be a kind lord. "He that has been a servant Knows more than priests and kings, But he that has been an ill servant, He knows all earthly things. "Pride flings frail palaces at the sky, As a man flings up sand, But the firm feet of humility Take hold of heavy land. "Pride juggles with her toppling towers, They strike the sun and cease, But the firm feet of humility They grip the ground like trees. N ONE MAN LAUGHING AT HIMSELF UNDER THE GREENWOOD TREE THE GIANT LAUGHTER OF CHRISTIAN MEN THAT ROARS THROUGH A THOUSAND TALES WERE GREED AS AN APE AND PRIED AS AN ASS AND JACKS AWAY WITH HIS MASTER'S LASS AND THE MISSER IS BANGED WITH ALL HIS BRASS AND THE FARMER WITH ALL HIS FLAILS TALES THAT TUMBLE AND TALES THE TRICK YET END NOT ALL IN SCORNING OF KINGS AND CLOWNS IN A MERRY FLIGHT AND THE CLOCK GONE WRONG AND THE WORLD GONE RIGHT AND THE MUMMERS SING UPON CHRISTMAS NIGHT AND CHRISTMAS DAY IN THE MORNING NOW HERE IS A GOOD WARRANT CRIED ALFRED BY MY SWORD FOR HE THAT IS STRUCK FOR AN ILL SERVANT SHOULD BE A KIND LORD HE THAT HAS BEEN A SERVANT KNOWS MORE THAN PRIESTS AND KINGS BUT HE THAT HAS BEEN AN ILL SERVANT HE KNOWS ALL EARTHLY THINGS PRIDE FLINGS FRAIL PALACES AT THE SKY AS A MAN FLINGS UP SAND BUT THE FIRM FEET OF HUMILITY TAKE HOLD OF HEAVY LAND PRIDE JUGGLES WITH HER TOPPLING TOWERS THEY STRIKE THE SUN AND CEASE BUT THE FIRM FEET OF HUMILITY THEY GRIP THE GROUND LIKE TREES
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