The faulty stands on his guard.

The faulty stands on his guard.

But who would scorn the month of June,
Because December with his breath so hoary,
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But who would scorn the month of June,
Because December with his breath so hoary,
Must come? Much rather should he court the ray,
To hoard up warmth against a wintry day.

A people without history is like the wind on the buffalo grass.

A people without history is like the wind on the buffalo grass.

All seems infected that th' infected spy,
As all looks yellow to the jaundiced eye.

All seems infected that th' infected spy,
As all looks yellow to the jaundiced eye.

For 'tis the mind that makes the body rich;
And as the sun breaks through the darkest clouds,
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For 'tis the mind that makes the body rich;
And as the sun breaks through the darkest clouds,
So honour peereth in the meanest habit.

Slowly and imperceptibly old age comes creeping on.

Slowly and imperceptibly old age comes creeping on.

Immodest words admit of no defence;
For want of decency is want of sense.

Immodest words admit of no defence;
For want of decency is want of sense.

Hee that loves the tree, loves the branch.

Hee that loves the tree, loves the branch.

Hee that workes after his owne manner, his head akes not at the
matter.

Hee that workes after his owne manner, his head akes not at the
matter.