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There is more talke then trouble.
There is more talke then trouble.
Stained
With grief, that's beauty's canter.
Stained
With grief, that's beauty's canter.
Absence makes the heart grow fonder.
Absence makes the heart grow fonder.
I have cut my leg with my own adze.
I have cut my leg with my own adze.
Men shut their doors against the setting sun.
Men shut their doors against the setting sun.
A burthen cheerfully borne becomes light.
A burthen cheerfully borne becomes light.
The gallant Sir Robert fought hard to the end,
But who can with fate and quart bumpers contend?
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The gallant Sir Robert fought hard to the end,
But who can with fate and quart bumpers contend?
Though Fate said, a hero should perish ill light;
So up rose bright Phoebus, and down fell the knight.
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!
Fancy the Gracchi complaining of treason!
Fancy the Gracchi complaining of treason!
