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Who steals my purse steals trash; 'tis something, nothing.
'Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands;
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Who steals my purse steals trash; 'tis something, nothing.
'Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands;
But he that filches from me my good name
Robs me of that which not enriches him
And makes me poor indeed.
The mob will now and then see things in a right light.
The mob will now and then see things in a right light.
Where there are many counsellors there is safety.
Where there are many counsellors there is safety.
If one swain scorns you, you will soon find another.
If one swain scorns you, you will soon find another.
Men shut their doors against the setting sun.
Men shut their doors against the setting sun.
O, what may man within him hide,
Though angel on the outward side!
O, what may man within him hide,
Though angel on the outward side!
That which prematurely arrives at perfection soon perishes.
That which prematurely arrives at perfection soon perishes.
Lips that touch liquor will never touch mine.
Lips that touch liquor will never touch mine.
Those who scratch their hair with one finger. [Fearing to
discompose their curls. Dandies.]
Those who scratch their hair with one finger. [Fearing to
discompose their curls. Dandies.]
