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    It so falls out
    That what we have we prize not to the worth
    Whiles we enjoy it; but being lacked and lost,
    Why, then we rack the value.

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Modesty once lost, never returns into favour.

Modesty once lost, never returns into favour.

by Unknown Found in: General Sayings,
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It is of no avail to know what is about to happen; for it is a
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It is of no avail to know what is about to happen; for it is a
sad thing to be grieved when grief can do no good.

by Unknown Found in: General Sayings,
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The eye and Religion can beare no jesting.

The eye and Religion can beare no jesting.

by George Herbert Found in: General Sayings,
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Restive horses must be roughly dealt with.

Restive horses must be roughly dealt with.

by Unknown Found in: General Sayings,
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His essences turn the live air sick.

His essences turn the live air sick.

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He that hath the grace of God, hath wealth enough.

He that hath the grace of God, hath wealth enough.

by William Shakespeare Found in: General Sayings,
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A valiant mans looke is more then a cowards sword.

A valiant mans looke is more then a cowards sword.

by George Herbert Found in: General Sayings,
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Retirement without literary amusements is death itself, and a
living tomb.

Retirement without literary amusements is death itself, and a
living tomb.

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When sorrows come, they come not single spies,
But in battalions: first, her father slain;
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When sorrows come, they come not single spies,
But in battalions: first, her father slain;
Next, your son gone, and he most violent author
Of his own just remove; the people muddied,
Thick and unwholesome in their thoughts and whispers
For good Polonius' death, and we have done but greenly
In hugger-mugger to inter him; poor Ophelia
Divided from herself and her fair judgment,
Without the which we are pictures or mere beasts;
Last, and as much containing as all these,
Her brother is in secret come from France,
Feeds on his wonder, keeps himself in clouds,
And wants not buzzers to infect his ear
With pestilent speeches of his father's death,
Wherein necessity, of matter beggared,
Will nothing stick our person to arraign
In ear and ear.

by William Shakespeare Found in: General Sayings,
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