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I love all men who think, even those who think otherwise than myself.
But when ill indeed, Even dismissing the doctor don't always succeed.
Waterloo is a battle of the first rank won by a captain of the second
What says the law? You will not kill. How does it say it? By killing!
There are no weeds, and no worthless men. There are only bad farmers.
It is only barbarous nations who have a sudden growth after a victory
It is the peculiarity of grief to bring out the childish side of man.
O accursed hunger of gold, to what dost thou not compel human hearts!
Not being untutored in suffering, I learn to pity those in affliction
There is no love; There are only the various envies, all of them sad.
But cats to me are strange, so strange I cannot sleep if one is near.
The more help a person has in his garden, the less it belongs to him.
It must be this rhapsody or none, The rhapsody of things as they are.
The gift is to the giver, and comes back most to him - it cannot fail
I am under the direction of messengers from Heaven daily and nightly.
You throw the sand against the wind and the wind blows it back again.
Kill not the moth nor butterfly, For the Last Judgement draweth nigh.
I cry, Love! Love! Love! happy happy Love! free as the mountain wind!
He who replies to words of doubt doth put the light of knowledge out.
When I play on my fiddle in Dooney Folk dance like a wave on the sea.
It seems to me that love, if it is fine, is essentially a discipline.
Does the imagination dwell the most Upon a woman won or a woman lost?
Like a long-legged fly upon the stream / His mind moves upon silence.
And kind the voice and glad the eyes That welcome my return at night.
All women are not Helen, I know that, but have Helen in their hearts.
Without one friend, above all foes, Britannia gives the world repose.
As he was valiant, I honour him. But as he was ambitious, I slew him.
Speak of me as I am. Nothing extenuate, nor set down aught in malice.
O Lord that lends me life, Lend me a heart replete with thankfulness!
I would challenge you to a battle of wits, but I see you are unarmed!
The lunatic, the lover, and the poet, are of imagination all compact.
O, the difference of man and man! To thee a woman's services are due.
The purest treasure mortal times can afford is a spotless reputation.
Discomfort guides my tongue And bids me speak of nothing but despair.
Now no way can I stray; Save back to England, all the world's my way.
Here, thou incestuous, murderous, damned Dane, Drink off this potion!
For to define true madness, What is't but to be nothing else but mad?
I am not of that feather, to shake off my friend when he must need me
Anger's my meat. I sup upon myself, And so shall starve with feeding.
I cannot but remember such things were that were most precious to me.
Vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself And falls on the other side
Till all grace be in one woman, one woman shall not come in my grace.
I and my bosom must debate awhile, and then I would no other company.
I shall the effect of this good lesson keeps as watchman to my heart.
I love a ballad in print o' life, for then we are sure they are true.
O mischief, thou art swift to enter in the thoughts of desperate men!
Superfluity comes sooner by white hairs, but competency lives longer.
Here will be an old abusing of God's patience and the king's English.
This world to me is like a lasting storm,Whirring me from my friends.
Charity itself fulfills the law. And who can sever love from charity?