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The masters eye fattens the horse, and his foote the ground.

The masters eye fattens the horse, and his foote the ground.

by George Herbert Found in: General Sayings,
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Whose wit in the combat as gentle as bright
Ne'er carried a heartstain away on its blade.

Whose wit in the combat as gentle as bright
Ne'er carried a heartstain away on its blade.

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Every cock fights best on his own dunghill.

Every cock fights best on his own dunghill.

by Sir Walter Scott Found in: General Sayings,
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Even a ring of iron is worn away by constant use.

Even a ring of iron is worn away by constant use.

by Unknown Found in: General Sayings,
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The swiftness of time is infinite, which is the more evident to
those who look back on what has read more

The swiftness of time is infinite, which is the more evident to
those who look back on what has passed.

by Unknown Found in: General Sayings,
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Deliberate before you begin; but, having carefully done so,
execute with vigour.

Deliberate before you begin; but, having carefully done so,
execute with vigour.

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There is no jollitie but hath a smack of folly.
[There is no jollity but hath a smack of read more

There is no jollitie but hath a smack of folly.
[There is no jollity but hath a smack of folly.]

by George Herbert Found in: General Sayings,
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Blow, blow, thou winter wind,
Thou art not so unkind
As man's ingratitude:
Thy read more

Blow, blow, thou winter wind,
Thou art not so unkind
As man's ingratitude:
Thy tooth is not so keen,
Because thou art not seen,
Although thy breath be rude.

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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!

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