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    Think you if Laura had been Petrarch's wife
    He would have written sonnets all his life?

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I make a declaration every spring,
Of reformation ere the year run out,
But somehow this my read more

I make a declaration every spring,
Of reformation ere the year run out,
But somehow this my vestal vary takes wing.

by John Byrom Found in: General Sayings,
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If the braine sowes not corne, it plants thistles.

If the braine sowes not corne, it plants thistles.

by George Herbert Found in: General Sayings,
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It's no sure rule to fish with a cros-bow.

It's no sure rule to fish with a cros-bow.

by George Herbert Found in: General Sayings,
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Fortune, delighting in her cruel task, and playing her wanton
game untiringly, is ever shifting her uncertain favours.

Fortune, delighting in her cruel task, and playing her wanton
game untiringly, is ever shifting her uncertain favours.

by Unknown Found in: General Sayings,
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Ourselves are to ourselves the cause of ill.

Ourselves are to ourselves the cause of ill.

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Death keepes no Calender.

Death keepes no Calender.

by George Herbert Found in: General Sayings,
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Hell is paved with good intentions.

Hell is paved with good intentions.

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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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A piece of a Churchyard fitts every body.
[A piece of a Churchyard fits every body.]

A piece of a Churchyard fitts every body.
[A piece of a Churchyard fits every body.]

by George Herbert Found in: General Sayings,
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