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Our owne actions are our security, not others judgements.

Our owne actions are our security, not others judgements.

by George Herbert Found in: General Sayings,
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The smell of money is good, come whence it may. [Alluding to
Vespasian's tax on ordure.]

The smell of money is good, come whence it may. [Alluding to
Vespasian's tax on ordure.]

by Unknown Found in: General Sayings,
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Whom drink made wits, though nature made them fools.

Whom drink made wits, though nature made them fools.

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The road to success is lined with many tempting parking spaces.

The road to success is lined with many tempting parking spaces.

by Unknown Found in: General Sayings,
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A position of dignity is more easily improved upon than acquired.

A position of dignity is more easily improved upon than acquired.

by Jonathan Swift Found in: General Sayings,
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No sooner is a Temple built to God but the Devill builds a
Chappell hard by.
[No sooner read more

No sooner is a Temple built to God but the Devill builds a
Chappell hard by.
[No sooner is a Temple built to God but the Devil builds a chapel
hard by.]

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A tigress, robb'd of young, a lioness,
Or other interesting beast of prey,
Are similes at hand read more

A tigress, robb'd of young, a lioness,
Or other interesting beast of prey,
Are similes at hand for the distress
Of ladies who cannot have their own way.

by John Byrom Found in: General Sayings,
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That father perished at the stake
For tenets he would not forsake.

That father perished at the stake
For tenets he would not forsake.

by Unknown Found in: General Sayings,
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Breathes there the man with soul so dead,
Who never to himself hath said,
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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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