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    One to destroy is murder by the law,
    And gibbets keep the lifted hand in awe;
    To murder thousands takes a specious name,
    War's glorious art, and gives immortal fame.

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Time rolls on, and we grow old with silent years.

Time rolls on, and we grow old with silent years.

by Unknown Found in: General Sayings,
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Hee that makes a good warre makes a good peace.

Hee that makes a good warre makes a good peace.

by George Herbert Found in: General Sayings,
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Nothing is to be presumed on, or despaired of.

Nothing is to be presumed on, or despaired of.

by George Herbert Found in: General Sayings,
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There is as much love between you and me as between the wolf and
the lamb.

There is as much love between you and me as between the wolf and
the lamb.

by Unknown Found in: General Sayings,
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There are as good fish in the sea as ever came out of it.

There are as good fish in the sea as ever came out of it.

by Sir Walter Scott Found in: General Sayings,
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The snow has at last melted, the fields regain their herbage, and
the trees their leaves.

The snow has at last melted, the fields regain their herbage, and
the trees their leaves.

by Unknown Found in: General Sayings,
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The man that heweth over high,
Some chip falleth in his eye.

The man that heweth over high,
Some chip falleth in his eye.

by Unattributed Author Found in: General Sayings,
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Old men go to Death, Death comes to Young men.

Old men go to Death, Death comes to Young men.

by George Herbert Found in: General Sayings,
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Sorrow concealed, like an oven stopp'd,
Doth burn the heart to cinders, where it is.

Sorrow concealed, like an oven stopp'd,
Doth burn the heart to cinders, where it is.

by William Shakespeare Found in: General Sayings,
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