For the lips of a strange woman drop as an honeycomb, and her
mouth is smoother than oil:
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For the lips of a strange woman drop as an honeycomb, and her
mouth is smoother than oil:
But her end is bitter as wormwood, sharp as a two-edged sword.
Her feet go down to death; her steps take hold on hell.

Ourselves are to ourselves the cause of ill.

Ourselves are to ourselves the cause of ill.

A little with quiet is the onely dyet.

A little with quiet is the onely dyet.

Now o'er his tomb and happy ashes will not violets spring?

Now o'er his tomb and happy ashes will not violets spring?

Honour without profit is a ring on the finger.

Honour without profit is a ring on the finger.

We have not to talk, but to steer the vessel.

We have not to talk, but to steer the vessel.

A crime in which many are implicated goes unpunished.

A crime in which many are implicated goes unpunished.

Youth is not a time of life; it is a state of mind; it is not a matter of rosy read more

Youth is not a time of life; it is a state of mind; it is not a matter of rosy cheeks, red lips and supple knees; it is a matter of the will, quality of the imagination, a vigor of the emotions; it is the freshness of the deep springs of life.

Time is the Rider that breakes youth.

Time is the Rider that breakes youth.