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It's no sure rule to fish with a cros-bow.
Modesty sets off one newly come to honour.
No naked man is sought after to be rifled.
Shee spins well that breedes her children.
Silke doth quench the fire in the Kitchin.
The soule needs few things, the body many.
Of all smells, bread; of all tastes, salt.
An ill labourer quarrells with his tooles.
Things explain each other, not themselves.
Blessings are not known till they be lost.
Time has told me less than I need to know.
True art awakens the Extraordinary Ovation
The man just is, but clothes are becoming.
It is an ancient story Yet is it ever new.
He is noble who both feels and acts nobly.
The past is dead, and has no resurrection.
Hope has as many lives as a cat or a king.
Don't cross the bridge til you come to it.
Softly the evening came /with the sunset/.
Tomorrow is the mysterious, unknown guest.
You would attain to the divine perfection.
Wondrous strong are the spells of fiction.
Every experience has its element of magic.
Never is a man wholly a saint or a sinner.
Words can not express the joy of new life.
Do not put all your goods in hollow ships.
It will not always be summer: build barns.
Never make a companion equal to a brother.
Night, having Sleep, the brother of Death.
An evil plan does mischief to the planner.
It will not always be summer; build barns.
Subdue your passion or it will subdue you.
Seize the day, put no trust in the morrow!
What is wealth to me if I cannot enjoy it?
Those that are little, little things suit.
Those who covet much suffer from the want.
God made not pleasures for the rich alone.
A word once uttered can never be recalled.
Victory is by nature superb and insulting.
Is virtue raised by culture, or self-sown?
I strive to be brief but I become obscure.
By walking, I found out where I was going.
A political leader worthy of assassination
A poet is a time mechanic not an embalmer.
If I knew how to write a poem, I wouldn't.
Man mind yoursel is the first commandment.
The simplest science book is over my head.
The nurse of full-grown souls is solitude.
The idol is the measure of the worshipper.
To win the secret of a weed's plain heart.