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I hate all children of precocious talent.
I hate all children of precocious talent.
Hope is the poore mans bread.
Hope is the poore mans bread.
Give me the soft sigh, whilst the soul-telling eye
Is dimm'd for a time with a tear.
Give me the soft sigh, whilst the soul-telling eye
Is dimm'd for a time with a tear.
Howe'er it be, it seems to me,
'Tis only noble to be good;
Kind hearts are more read more
Howe'er it be, it seems to me,
'Tis only noble to be good;
Kind hearts are more than coronets,
And simple faith than Norman blood.
He that studies his content, wants it.
He that studies his content, wants it.
Where none admire, 'tis useless to excel;
Where none are beaux, 'tis vain to be a belle.
Where none admire, 'tis useless to excel;
Where none are beaux, 'tis vain to be a belle.
Woe to the house where there is no chiding.
Woe to the house where there is no chiding.
The sweetest honey
Is loathsome in his own deliciousness
And in the taste confounds the appetite.
The sweetest honey
Is loathsome in his own deliciousness
And in the taste confounds the appetite.
