ride;
Each goes his own gait, and clears his own
stiles,
And lives by inches, while driven by miles.
You may scorn your penny, and spend your
pound,
No less't will appear, when the day comes
round,
That farthing by farthing the score was
made,
ride;
Each goes his own gait, and clears his own
stiles,
And lives by inches, while driven by miles.
You may scorn your penny, and spend your
pound,
No less't will appear, when the day comes
round,
That farthing by farthing the score was
made,