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Life consists not merely in existing, but in enjoying health.

Life consists not merely in existing, but in enjoying health.

by Unknown Found in: General Sayings,
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Put your best foot forward.

Put your best foot forward.

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Inspiring bold John Barleycorn,
What dangers thou canst make us scorn!
Wi' tippenny, we fear nae evil;
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Inspiring bold John Barleycorn,
What dangers thou canst make us scorn!
Wi' tippenny, we fear nae evil;
Wi' usquebae, we'll face the devil!

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And sanguine hope through every storm of life,
Shoots her bright beams, and calms the internal strife.

And sanguine hope through every storm of life,
Shoots her bright beams, and calms the internal strife.

by William Watson 1 Found in: General Sayings,
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The smell of money is good, come whence it may. [Alluding to
Vespasian's tax on ordure.]

The smell of money is good, come whence it may. [Alluding to
Vespasian's tax on ordure.]

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What a man does by the agency of another is his own act.

What a man does by the agency of another is his own act.

by Decimus Laberius Found in: General Sayings,
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If the destructive dice-box has pleasures for the father, the son
will be a gambler.

If the destructive dice-box has pleasures for the father, the son
will be a gambler.

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The rose is often found near the nettle.

The rose is often found near the nettle.

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I would have thee gone,
And yet no further than a wanton's bird,
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I would have thee gone,
And yet no further than a wanton's bird,
Who lets it hop a little from her hand,
Like a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves,
And with a silk thread plucks it back again.

by William Shakespeare Found in: General Sayings,
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