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Breathes there the man with soul so dead,
Who never to himself hath said,
This is my read more
Breathes there the man with soul so dead,
Who never to himself hath said,
This is my own, my native land!
Whose heart hath ne'er within him burn'd,
As home his footsteps he hath turn'd,
From wandering on a foreign strand!
All things in their beeing are good for something.
All things in their beeing are good for something.
Many a smale maketh a grate.
Many a smale maketh a grate.
Law sutes consume time, and mony, and rest, and friends.
Law sutes consume time, and mony, and rest, and friends.
What is wealth to me if I cannot enjoy it?
What is wealth to me if I cannot enjoy it?
From the midst of the very fountain of pleasure, something of
bitterness arises to vex us in the flower read more
From the midst of the very fountain of pleasure, something of
bitterness arises to vex us in the flower of enjoyment.
He is not poor who has a competency.
He is not poor who has a competency.
A man that keeps riches and enjoys them not, is like an ass that
carries gold and eats thistles.
A man that keeps riches and enjoys them not, is like an ass that
carries gold and eats thistles.
All soils are not fertile.
All soils are not fertile.
