You will not be a chip the richer.

You will not be a chip the richer.

In doing we learne.

In doing we learne.

The world itself is too small for the covetous.

The world itself is too small for the covetous.

Thursday come, and the week's gone.

Thursday come, and the week's gone.

None but the brave deserve the fair.

None but the brave deserve the fair.

And on her lover's arm she leant,
And round her waist she felt it fold,
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And on her lover's arm she leant,
And round her waist she felt it fold,
And far across the hills they went,
In that new world that is the old.

I shall speak facts; but some will say I deal in fiction.

I shall speak facts; but some will say I deal in fiction.

It's good walking with a horse in ones hand.

It's good walking with a horse in ones hand.

For over-warmth, if false, is worse than truth.

For over-warmth, if false, is worse than truth.