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Silkes and Satins put out the fire in the chimney.

Silkes and Satins put out the fire in the chimney.

by George Herbert Found in: General Sayings,
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God provides for him that trusteth.

God provides for him that trusteth.

by George Herbert Found in: General Sayings,
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The bird that hath been limed in a bush
With trembling wing misdoubteth every bush.

The bird that hath been limed in a bush
With trembling wing misdoubteth every bush.

by William Shakespeare Found in: General Sayings,
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Do you desire not to be angry? Be not inquisitive. He who
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Do you desire not to be angry? Be not inquisitive. He who
inquires what is said of him only works out his own misery.

by Sir Walter Scott Found in: General Sayings,
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Every one hath a foole in his sleeve.

Every one hath a foole in his sleeve.

by George Herbert Found in: General Sayings,
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There is no vice so simple, but assumes
Some mark of virtue on his outward parts.

There is no vice so simple, but assumes
Some mark of virtue on his outward parts.

by William Shakespeare Found in: General Sayings,
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He that will not have peace, God gives him warre.

He that will not have peace, God gives him warre.

by George Herbert Found in: General Sayings,
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And with them words of so sweet breath composed
As made the things more rich.

And with them words of so sweet breath composed
As made the things more rich.

by William Shakespeare Found in: General Sayings,
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When sorrows come, they come not single spies,
But in battalions: first, her father slain;
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When sorrows come, they come not single spies,
But in battalions: first, her father slain;
Next, your son gone, and he most violent author
Of his own just remove; the people muddied,
Thick and unwholesome in their thoughts and whispers
For good Polonius' death, and we have done but greenly
In hugger-mugger to inter him; poor Ophelia
Divided from herself and her fair judgment,
Without the which we are pictures or mere beasts;
Last, and as much containing as all these,
Her brother is in secret come from France,
Feeds on his wonder, keeps himself in clouds,
And wants not buzzers to infect his ear
With pestilent speeches of his father's death,
Wherein necessity, of matter beggared,
Will nothing stick our person to arraign
In ear and ear.

by William Shakespeare Found in: General Sayings,
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