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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! 
Mony refused looseth its brightnesse.
Mony refused looseth its brightnesse.
Goods are theirs that enjoy them.
Goods are theirs that enjoy them.
 Don't approach a goat from the front, a horse from the back, or a 
fool from any side.  
 Don't approach a goat from the front, a horse from the back, or a 
fool from any side. 
Old men go to Death, Death comes to Young men.
Old men go to Death, Death comes to Young men.
 Play with a foole at home, and he will play with you in the 
market.  
 Play with a foole at home, and he will play with you in the 
market. 
God strikes with his finger, and not with all his arme.
God strikes with his finger, and not with all his arme.
It is not every man that can afford to go to Corinth.
It is not every man that can afford to go to Corinth.