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Come, fiddler, scrape thy crowd for Peggie the brown is 



she, 

 Must be my bride, God guide, that Peggie and I agree. 



With his own music and such songs as these he spent 

 his time and kept from sleeping. At last, after some 

 noise, the Head spake these two words: "Time is." 

 Miles, hearing it to speak no more, thought his master 

 would be angry if he waked him for that, and therefore 

 he let them both sleep and began to mock the Head in 

 this manner: " Thou Brazen-faced Head, hath my 

 master took all this pains about thee and now dost thou 

 requite him with two words. ' Time is.' Had he 

 watched with a lawyer so long as he hath watched with 

 thee, he would have given him more and better words 

 than thou hast yet. If thou canst speak naught else they 

 shall sleep till doom's day for me. ' Time is '; I know 

 ' time is ' and that you shall hear, good man Brazen-face. 



Time is for some to plant, time is for some to sow; 

 Time is for some to graft the horn as some do know. 



Time is for some to eat, time is for some to sleep, 

 Time is for some to laugh, time is for some to weep. 



" Do you tell us, Copper-nose, when ' time is/ I hope 

 we scholars know our times, when to drink drunk, when 

 to kiss our hostess, when to go on her score, and when to 

 pay it which time comes seldom." 



After half an hour had past, the Head did speak again 

 two words which were these : " Time was." Miles re- 

 spected these words as little as he did the former and 

 would not wake his master, but still scoffed at the Brazen 

 Head, that it had learned no better words, and have had 



