Habit to Heels
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Habit
ease leads to
Head-ache
wake with
costly
Head full of quarrels
covers
good
here
rests his
meanest
imperfections
on my
use
doth breed a
in
his
Habitation
and a name
with
sorrow
local
Heads
never more
Habits
ill
Headstrong
as an allegory
Had
he raind
Health and spirits gone
it
pleased
and
pleasure
Haggard
if I do prove her
contentment
Hail
fellow! well met
get
water-gruel
on
both
Hair
her golden
peace
competence
divide
a
with
temperance
Halcyon
days of calm
Heap
of dust
Half
exceeds the whole
Hear
and answer
penny
farthing
me
but speak
Hamlet
is still
none
to
Hammer
auld kirk
not
my steps
pocket
sweet
music
Hammers
closing rivets up
thee
Hand
and glove
Hearing
hard of
adore
the
Hearse
comes nodding on
bless
the
sable
clean
from my
Heart
as sound as a bell
give
me your
ayes
the part aye
I
see a
ache
in
hand
break
her
licks
the
Chloe
wants a
of
all-destroying time
companion
of hand
of
little
darling
of her
of
time
distrusting
or
will
for
any fate
that
made
grow
fonder
to
bless
hand
upon
upon
heart
in
twain
upon
thy name
know
transport
will
rather
lying
still
Hands
prepared
mend
the
snowy
of
hearts
Handsaw
hawk from
open
to distress
Handsome
is, that handsome
or
hope
Hang
a calfs skin
sick
a
doubt on
sickens
constancy
thats
broken
out
that
rends the
virtue
thinks
ye
all
tigers
Hanged
born to be
to
mend the
you
villain
tires
the
Hanging
and matrimony
to
pity
goes
by destiny
warm
within
Hannibal
wear
on my sleeve
Happier
such are
who
made the
Happiness
through others eyes
will
break
or
wisdom call
Hearts
core
our
end and aim
Hearts
resolved
produced
that
love
we
prize
to
live in
Happy
and make two lovers
leap
to lips
because
I think myself so
peoples
believe
we are
Heartstrings
my dear
could
I be with either
Heave
the lead
have
whole days
Heaven
fixed stars of
here
below
hath
a hand
in
one another
hides
from us
in
yourselves
in
cheek
the
man
in
her eye
hills
is
above all
Hard
lodging
looks
down
Harmony
of war
merit
by
Harms
often ask our
not
alway angry
Harness
on our backs
of
hell
Harp
not on that string
on
earth
Harping
on my daughter
plants
look to
Harry
with his beaver on
points
out
Harvest
home
powers
of
load
of
resounded
Hast
any philosophy
sends
meat
Haste
commend your duty
succour
draws from
less
speed
to
earth
me
to know it
Heavens
gift
thee
Nymph
sovereign
why
such
Heavens
man should scale
Hate
my only
Heavenly
muse
pomp
Heaviness
thats gone
the
devil
Hebrew
my little
Hath
this fellow no feeling
Hector
still
Haunt
public
Hedgehog
kiss a
Haunts
busy
Hedges
have ears
of
men
Heel
tread on anothers
Havock
cry
Heels
are fettered
and
confusion
Heels
at his
Hawk
from a handsaw
Hawthorn
bush
Hay, buttered
Hazard
of the die
He
best can paint
his
only neighbour
that
of greatest
speaks
Latin
speak
Greek
that
is down
that
wold not
By
PanEris
using
Melati
.
 
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