He that lives most dies most.

He that lives most dies most.

The love of money and the love of learning rarely meet.

The love of money and the love of learning rarely meet.

Give assistance, and receive thanks lighter than a feather:
injure a man, and his wrath will be like lead.

Give assistance, and receive thanks lighter than a feather:
injure a man, and his wrath will be like lead.

So sweetly she bade me adieu,
I thought that she bade me return.

So sweetly she bade me adieu,
I thought that she bade me return.

To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose
under the heaven:
A time read more

To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose
under the heaven:
A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time
to pluck up that which is planted;
A time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a
time to build up;
A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time
to dance;
A time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together;
a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;
A time to get, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to
cast away;
A time to rend, and a time to sew; a time to keep silence, and a
time to speak;
A time to love, and a time to hate; a time of war, and a time of
peace.

The miserable have no other medicine,
But only hope:
I have hope to live, and am prepared read more

The miserable have no other medicine,
But only hope:
I have hope to live, and am prepared to die.

But that old man, who is lord of the broad estate and the hall,
Dropped off gorged from a read more

But that old man, who is lord of the broad estate and the hall,
Dropped off gorged from a scheme which left us flaccid and
drained.

Astrologie is true, but the Astrologers cannot finde it.

Astrologie is true, but the Astrologers cannot finde it.

The rose is fairest when 'tis budding new,
And hope is brightest when it dawns from fears;
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The rose is fairest when 'tis budding new,
And hope is brightest when it dawns from fears;
The rose is sweetest wash'd with morning dew,
And love is loveliest when embalm'd in tears.