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All that you do, girls,

Do with your might;

Things done but half, girls

Are never done right.

Jack and Jill went up the hill

To fetch a pail of water;

Jack fell down and broke his crown,

And Jill came tumbling after.

Then up Jack got and home did trot,

As fast as he could caper,

Went to bed to mend his head

With vinegar and brown paper.

Jill came in and she did grin

To see his paper plaster;

Mother vexed, did whip her next

For causing Jack’s disaster.

For want of a nail, the shoe was lost;

For want of the shoe, the horse was lost;

For want of the horse, the rider was lost;

For want of the rider, the battle was lost;

For want of the battle, the kingdom was lost;

And all from the want of a horse shoe nail.

See a pin and pick it up,

All the day you’ll have good luck,

See a pin and let it lay,

Bad luck you’ll have all the day.

Scissors and string, scissors and string,

When a man’s single he lives like a king.

Needles and pins, needles and pins,

When a man marries, his trouble begins.

A hedge between keeps friendship green.

Of all the sayings in the world

The one to see you through

Is, Never trouble trouble

Till trouble troubles you.

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For every evil under the sun,

There is remedy, or there is none.

If there be one, try and find it;

If there be none, never mind it.

Birds of a feather flock together,

And so will pigs and swine;

Rats and mice will have their choice,

And so will I have mine.

A thatcher of Thatchwood went to Thatchet a-thatching; Did a thatcher of Thatchwood go to Thatchet a-thatching? If a thatcher of Thatchwood went to Thatchet a-thatching,

Where’s the thatching the thatcher of Thatchwood hath thatch’d?

How much wood would a woodchuck chuck If a woodchuck could chuck wood?

He would chuck as much wood as a woodchuck could chuck If a woodchuck could chuck wood.

Theophilus Thistle, the successful thistle sifter, In sifting a sieve full of unsifted thistles,

Thrust three thousand thistles through the thick of his thumb. If Theophilus Thistle, the successful thistle sifter,

Can thrust three thousand thistles through the thick of his thumb, See thou, in sifting a sieve full of unsifted thistles,

Thrust not three thousand thistles through the thick of thy thumb.

There was a king, and he had three daughters,

And they all lived in a basin of water;

The basin bended,

My story’s ended.

If the basin had been stronger,

My story would have been longer.

There was a poor man of Jamaica,

He opened a shop as a baker;

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The nice biscuits he made

Procured him much trade

With the little black boys of Jamaica.

S E C T I O N III

POEMS

The Arrow and the Song

Henry W. Longfellow

I shot an arrow into the air,

It fell to earth, I knew not where. For, so swiftly it flew, the sight Could not follow it in its flight.

I breathed a song into the air,

It fell to earth, I knew not where; For who has sight so keen and strong, That it can follow the flight of a song?

Long, long afterward, in an oak I found the arrow, still unbroke;

And the song from beginning to end, I found again in the heart of a friend.

No Enemies

Charles Mackay

You have no enemies, you say? Alas, my friend, the boast is poor. He who has mingled in the fray Of duty, that the brave endure,

Must have made foes. If you have none, Small is the work that you have done. You’ve hit no traitor on the lip, You’ve dashed no cup from perjured lip, You’ve never turned the wrong to right, You’ve been a coward in the fight.

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Leisure

W.H. Davies

What is this life if, full of care,

We have no time to stand and stare?

No time to stand beneath the boughs And stare as long as sheep or cows:

No time to see, when woods we pass, Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass:

No time to see, in broad daylight, Streams full of stars, like skies at night:

No time to turn at Beauty’s glance,

And watch her feet, how they can dance:

No time to wait till her mouth can Enrich that smile her eyes began?

A poor life this if, full of care, We have no time to stand and stare.

Sonnet CXXX

William Shakespeare

My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun; Coral is far more red than her lips’ red;

If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun; If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head. I have seen roses damask’d, red and white,

But no such roses see I in her cheeks; And in some perfumes is there more delight

Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks. I love to hear her speak, yet well I know

That music hath a far more pleasing sound; I grant I never saw a goddess go;

My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground: And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare As any she belied with false compare.

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Sonnet XCI

William Shakespeare

Some glory in their birth, some in their skill, Some in their wealth, some in their bodies’ force, Some in their garments, though new-fangled ill,

Some in their hawks and hounds, some in their horse; And every humour hath his adjunct pleasure,

Wherein it finds a joy above the rest;

But these particulars are not my measure; All these I better in one general best. Thy love is better than high birth to me,

Richer than wealth, prouder than garments’ cost, Of more delight than hawks or horses be,

And, having thee, of all men’s pride I boast. Wretched in this alone, that thou mayst take All this away and me most wretched make.

If

Rudyard Kipling

If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;

If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, But make allowance for their doubting too;

If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, Or, being lied about, don’t deal in lies,

Or, being hated, don’t give way to hating,

And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream — and not make dreams your master;

If you can think — and not make thoughts your aim; If you can meet with triumph and disaster

And treat those two impostors just the same; If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken

Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, Or watch the things you gave your life to broken

And stoop and build ‘em up with wornout tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,

And lose, and start again at your beginnings And never breathe a word about your loss;

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If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew To serve your turn long after they are gone,

And so hold on when there is nothing in you

Except the Will which says to them: «Hold on»;

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,

Or walk with kings — nor lose the common touch; If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;

If all men count with you, but none too much; If you can fill the unforgiving minute

With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run — Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,

And — which is more — you’ll be a Man, my son!

U N I T V

SOUNDS AND INTONATION

Listen to the dialogues. Learn the dialogues by heart. Imitate the pronunciation of sounds and intonation.

In a restaurant /i:/

Peter. What would you like to eat, Edith? Edith. A meat sandwich.

Peter. Jean? Would you like a meat sandwich or a cheese sandwich?

Jean. A cheese sandwich, please, Peter. Waiter. Good evening.

Peter. Good evening. We’ll have one meat sandwich and two cheese sandwiches.

Edith. And three teas, please!

Waiter. (writing down the order) One meat sandwich two cheese sandwiches… and…three teas.

An interesting film /i/

A bad hijacker /+/

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TV advertisement for «Onwash» /î/

Barbara’ s dream (schwa vowel)

Barbara spent Saturday afternoon looking at a beautiful book about South America.

«I want to go to South America», she said to herself.