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When yet was ever found a mother
Who'd give her booby for another?
When yet was ever found a mother
Who'd give her booby for another?
Manie things are lost for want of asking.
Manie things are lost for want of asking.
Happy the man who, removed from all cares of business, after the
manner of his forefathers cultivates with his read more
Happy the man who, removed from all cares of business, after the
manner of his forefathers cultivates with his own team his
paternal acres, freed from all thought of usury.
Everybody's business is nobody's business.
Everybody's business is nobody's business.
A man of refined taste and judgment.
A man of refined taste and judgment.
Death rides on every passing breeze,
He lurks in every flower.
Death rides on every passing breeze,
He lurks in every flower.
There is nothing more revolting than an old busybody.
There is nothing more revolting than an old busybody.
Better is a dinner of herbs where love is, than a stalled ox and
hatred therewith.
Better is a dinner of herbs where love is, than a stalled ox and
hatred therewith.
Silke doth quench the fire in the Kitchin.
Silke doth quench the fire in the Kitchin.
