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Not seeing rivers is also another way of dying.
Many of today's verses are prose and bad prose.
The book shd. be a ball of light in one's hand.
Chords that were broken will vibrate once more.
You'll never get rich by working for your boss.
Native trees are so important to our ecosystem.
I bear the wounds of all the battles I avoided.
We are two abysses - a well staring at the sky.
Heaven finds an ear when sinners find a tongue.
Sin, when it is finished, bringeth forth death.
He that is overcautious will accomplish little.
Heaven and earth fight in vain against a dunce!
The brave person thinks of himself last of all.
When the wine goes in, strange things come out.
A noble heart will always capitulate to reason.
In the stars is written the death of every man.
The life so short, the crafts so long to learn.
We know little of the things for which we pray.
Dig -- the mostly uncouth -- language of grace.
'T was good advice, and meant, my son, Be good.
Fashionability is a kind of elevated vulgarity.
There is great force hidden in a sweet command.
A lean compromise is better than a fat lawsuit.
Souldiers in peace are like chimneys in summer.
The death of wolves is the safety of the sheep.
A poore beauty finds more lovers then husbands.
A rugged stone growes smooth from hand to hand.
Better a snotty child, then his nose wip'd off.
Estate in two parishes is bread in two wallets.
A fair day in winter is the mother of a storme.
A little given seasonably excuses a great gift.
He that passeth a winters day escapes an enemy.
Hee that goes barefoot, must not plant thornes.
Hee that lies long a bed, his estate feeles it.
If you would bee at ease, all the world is not.
It is a great victory that comes without blood.
One faire day in winter makes not birds merrie.
The beast that goes alwaies never wants blowes.
The good mother sayes not, Will you? but gives.
The singing man keepes his shop in his throate.
Vertue flies from the heart of a Mercenary man.
When a man sleepes, his head is in his stomach.
Who spits against heaven, it falls in his face.
He that hath no good trade, it is to his losse.
All the dreams you show up in are not your own.
How seamless seemed love and then came trouble!
Out of my own great woe I make my little songs.
It is preferable not to travel with a dead man.
All things come round to him who will but wait.
The sky is filled with stars, invisible by day.