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Ill comes in by ells, and goes out by inches.
The Wolfe knowes, what the ill beast thinkes.
There is no body will go to hell for company.
All beasts of prey are strong or treacherous.
Colour is not the issue in America; class is.
A lion is made up of the lambs he's digested.
Out of my great sorrows, I make little songs.
O month when they who love must love and wed.
Words are less needful to sorrow than to joy.
I intended an Ode, And it turned to a Sonnet.
Age is opportunity no less than youth itself.
Many a poem is marred by a superfluous verse.
The thoughts of Youth are long, long thoughts
Be thy sleep Silent as night is, and as deep.
If I know what love is, it is because of you.
The art of love-giving and taking become one.
And the evil wish is most evil to the wisher.
The great virtue of parents is a great dowry.
Take as a gift whatever the day brings forth.
Nothing's beautiful from every point of view.
A hungry stomach rarely despises common food.
Better one thorn pluck'd out than all remain.
Force without reason falls of its own weight.
The ear of the bridled horse is in the mouth.
The man who thinks with Horace thinks divine.
In labouring to be concise, I become obscure.
Poetry is the tunnel at the end of the light.
The sweetest happiness is one that we share .
I have seen old ships sail like swans asleep.
The poem is a plank laid over the lion's den.
Earth gets its price for what Earth gives us.
May the devil himself splatter you with dung.
Half of today is better than all of tomorrow.
There is no road of flowers leading to glory.
To hell with pleasure that's haunted by fear.
Better a living beggar than a buried emperor.
To understand a new idea, break an old habit.
Revolution is the opium of the intellectuals.
Me care for te laws when te laws care for me.
Vanity and rudeness are seldom seen together.
The winter does what it can for its children.
I can offer you only: this world like a knife
Be silent and safe-silence never betrays you.
I don't have secrets, my life's an open book.
Be thine own palace, or the world's thy jail.
Or hast thou known the world so long in vain?
Kings fight for empires, madmen for applause.
Be slow to resolve, but quick in performance.
Light sufferings give us leisure to complain.
Rhyme is the rock on which thou art to wreck.