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Nature, time and patience are three great physicians.
Every dog is a lion at home.
He who has good health is young.
An inch in a man's nose is much.
Use soft words in hard arguments.
Every potter praises his own pot.
Give and spend And God will send.
Forgiveness is the noblest vengeance.
Good is good, but better carrieth it.
The lawyer's pouch is a mouth of hell.
Hunger finds no fault with the cookery.
Good luck reaches farther than long arms.
A young trooper should have an old horse.
He preacheth patience that never knew pain
Courage ought to have eyes as well as arms.
Freindships multiply joys and divide griefs
Advantage is a better soldier than rashness.
Few there are that will endure a true friend.
He who commences many things finishes but few.
He who knows himself best esteems himself least.
If you would wish the dog to follow you, feed him
Lawyers and painters can soon change white to black.
He that ceaseth to be a friend never was a good one.
Two blacks make no white; two wrongs do not make a right.
A soldier is he whose blood makes the glory of the general.
He that is master of himself will soon be master of others.
Friends are like fiddle strings; they must not be screwed too tight.
Business and action strengthen the brain, but too much study weakens it.
Violence in the voice is often only the death rattle of reason in the throat.
On paper curiously shaped Scribblers to-day of every sort, In verses Valentines ycled'd To Venus chime their annual court. I too will swell the motley throng, And greet the all auspicious day, Whose privilege permits my song My love this secret to convey.
There is nothing can equal the tender hours When life is first in bloom, When the heart like a bee, in a wild of flowers, Finds everywhere perfume; When the present is all and it questions not If those flowers shall pass away, But pleased with its own delightful lot, Dreams never of decay.
If on creation's morn the king of heaven To shrubs and flowers a sovereign lord had given, O beauteous rose, he had anointed thee Of shrubs and flowers the sovereign lord to be; The spotless emblem of unsullied truth, The smile of beauty and the glow of youth, The garden's pride, the grace of vernal bowers, The blush of meadows, and the eye of flowers.
The smile that illumines the features of beauty, When kindled by virtue, alluring appears; But smiles, tho' alluring, no magic can borrow, To vie with the softness of beauty in tears. The smiles that are sweetest are often deceiving; Too often a mask which the cold-hearted wears; But a tear is the holiest offspring of feeling, And monarchs are weak before beauty in tears.
