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The mould of a man's fortune is in his own hands.
The mould of a man's fortune is in his own hands.
Your pot broken seemes better then my whole one.
Your pot broken seemes better then my whole one.
At night, to his own sharp fancies a prey,
He lies like a hedgehog rolled up the wrong way,
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At night, to his own sharp fancies a prey,
He lies like a hedgehog rolled up the wrong way,
Tormenting himself with his prickles.
Wee know not who lives or dies.
Wee know not who lives or dies.
The descent to the infernal regions is easy enough, but to
retrace one's steps, and reach the air above, read more
The descent to the infernal regions is easy enough, but to
retrace one's steps, and reach the air above, there's the rub.
I abhor the profane rabble and keep them at a distance.
I abhor the profane rabble and keep them at a distance.
In the morning mountaines, in the evening fountaines.
In the morning mountaines, in the evening fountaines.
The mind that is anxious about the future is miserable.
[Lat., Calamitosus est animus futuri anxius.]
The mind that is anxious about the future is miserable.
[Lat., Calamitosus est animus futuri anxius.]
