Maxioms by James Russell Lowell
In creating, the only hard thing is to begin: a grass blade's no easier to make than an oak.
In creating, the only hard thing is to begin: a grass blade's no easier to make than an oak.
"What means this glory round our feet,"
The Magi mused, "more bright than morn!"
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"What means this glory round our feet,"
The Magi mused, "more bright than morn!"
And voices chanted clear and sweet,
"To-day the Prince of Peace is born."
Her new bark is worse than ten times her old bite.
Her new bark is worse than ten times her old bite.
Thet tells the story! Thet's wut we shall git
By tryin' squirtguns on the burnin' Pit;
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Thet tells the story! Thet's wut we shall git
By tryin' squirtguns on the burnin' Pit;
For the day never comes when it'll du
To kick off dooty like a worn-out shoe.
Who gives himself with his alms feeds three,
Himself, his hungering neighbor, and me.
Who gives himself with his alms feeds three,
Himself, his hungering neighbor, and me.
