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No matter where the body is, the mind is free to go elsewhere.
It is not everyday that the world arranges itself into a poem.
And what's above is in the past As sure as all the angels are.
O to speed where there is space enough and air enough at last!
Thunder on! Stride on! Democracy. Strike with vengeful stroke!
Never fear: Thank Home, and Poetry, and the Force behind both.
Numbers of the old people cannot read. Those who can seldom do
Every man who is not an artist is a traitor to his own nature.
He who makes his law a curse, by his own law shall surely die.
Tools were made and born were hands, Every farmer understands.
God and His Priest and King,...make up a heaven of our misery.
From our birthday, until we die, Is but the winking of an eye.
There are no strangers here; Only friends you haven't yet met.
The soul of man is of the imperishable substance of the stars!
The poem is a capsule where we wrap up our punishable secrets.
They whom truth and wisdom lead, can gather honey from a weed.
Man may dismiss compassion from his heart, but God never will.
The bud may have a bitter taste, But sweet will be the flower.
Where thou art gone, adieus and farewells are a sound unknown.
Nowhere beats the heart so kindly as beneath the tartan plaid!
We all have two childhoods, the unhappy one and the happy one.
Self-love, my liege, is not so vile a sin, as self-neglecting.
We must take the current when it serves, or lose our ventures.
No, I will be the pattern of all patience; I will say nothing.
And he goes through life, his mouth open, and his mind closed.
All that glisters is not gold; Often have you heard that told.
Though I am not naturally honest, I am sometimes so by chance.
A wicked conscience mouldeth goblins swift as frenzy thoughts.
When a wise man gives thee better counsel, give me mine again.
And all my mother came into mine eyes And gave me up to tears.
What, man, defy the devil. Consider, he's an enemy to mankind.
A stirring dwarf we do allowance give Before a sleeping giant.
The undiscovered country from whose bourn no traveler returns.
Love is like a child, That longs for everything it can come by
Things done well and with a care, exempt themselves from fear.
Well, if Fortune be a woman, she's a good wench for this gear.
Gnawing with my teeth my bonds in sunder, I gain'd my freedom.
There was never yet fair woman but she made mouths in a glass.
Use every man after his desert, and who should scape whipping?
By the pricking of my thumbs, Something wicked this way comes.
My affection hath an unknown bottom, like the Bay of Portugal.
There's neither honesty, manhood, nor good fellowship in thee.
We must love men, ere to us they will seem worthy of our love.
Never, never, never, never, never! Pray you, undo this button.
The gallantry of his grief did put me into a towering passion.
All things that are, are with more spirit chased than enjoyed.
Tis ever common That men are merriest when they are from home.
What Time hath scanted men in hair, he hath given them in wit.
Divers philosophers hold that the lips is parcel of the mouth.
Some smack of age in you, some relish of the saltness of time.