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It takes a bee to get the honey out
I hope the Vandals had thorns in their sandals
In life as in football, fall forward when you fall.
God, give me hills to climb, And strength for climbing!
Admitting Error clears the Score, And proves you Wiser than before.
Admitting errors clears the score and proves you wiser than before.
The carpenter is not the best who makes more chips than all the rest.
Until the Donkey tried to clear The Fence, he thought himself a Deer.
Active minds that think and study, like swift brooks are seldom muddy.
He who knows what he is told must know a lot of things that are not so.
No true reform has ever come to pass Unchallenged by a liar and an ass.
Of all cold words of tongue or pen, the worst are these: "I knew him when -
Porcupine, whom one must Handle, glove'd, May be Respected, but is never Loved.
When life is woe, and hope is dumb, the World says, "Go!" The Grave says, "Come!
Scheme not to make what's Another's your own; Be not a Dog for the sake of a Bone.
Amoebas at the start Were not complex; They tore themselves apart And started Sex.
The stones that critics hurl with harsh intent, a man may use to build his monument.
When "Do no Evil" has been understood, Then learn the harder, braver rule, "Do Good.
The Deer don't dineWhen a Wolf's about,And the PorcupineSticks his quill-points out.
A Man consumes the Time you make him Wait In thinking of your Faults-so don't be late!
Oh the saddest of sights in a world of sin Is the little lost pup with his tail tucked in.
God's Road is all uphill, but do not tire; Rejoice that we may still keep climbing higher.
The Cat on your hearthstone to this day presages, By solemnly sneezing, the coming of rain!
Don't tell your friends about your indigestion. "How are you" is a greeting, not a question.
Don't tell your friends about your indigestion. 'How are you' is a greeting, not a question.
So once in every year we throng Upon a day apart, to praise the Lord with feast and song in thankfulness of heart.
For the young Gaels of Ireland Are the lads that drive me mad, For half their words need footnotes And half their rhymes are bad.
What one approves , another scorns, And thus his nature each discloses: You find the rosebush full of thorns, I find the thornbush full of roses.
It's lovely having grass and trees and flowers(Of course, at times, mosquitoes are a pest).Yes, life is life out here in Rangely Towers(Of course Some People like the city best)!
Oh, who would choose to be a traveler? --That anxious railway-guide unravelerWho spends his nights in berths and bunks,His days in chaperoning trunks;Who stands in line at gates and wicketsTo spend his means on costly ticketsTo Irkutsk, Liverpool and YapAnd other dots upon the map.
First dentistry was painless. Then bicycles were chainless, Carriages were horseless, And many laws enforceless. Next cookery was fireless, Telegraphy was wireless, Cigars were nicotineless, And coffee caffeineless. Soon oranges were seedless, The putting green was weedless, The college boy was hatless, The proper diet fatless. New motor roads are dustless, The latest steel is rustless, Our tennis courts are sodless, Our new religion--godless.