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I hate all children of precocious talent.
I hate all children of precocious talent.
How calm, how beautiful comes on
The stilly hour, when storms are gone!
When warring winds have read more
How calm, how beautiful comes on
The stilly hour, when storms are gone!
When warring winds have died away,
And clouds, beneath the glancing ray,
Melt off, and leave the land and sea
Sleeping in bright tranquillity.
Good words quench more then a bucket of water.
Good words quench more then a bucket of water.
Gold! gold! gold! gold!
Bright and yellow, hard and cold!
Gold! gold! gold! gold!
Bright and yellow, hard and cold!
He that spareth his rod hateth his son: but he that loveth him
chasteneth him betimes.
He that spareth his rod hateth his son: but he that loveth him
chasteneth him betimes.
A merry heart doeth good like a medicine: but a broken spirit
drieth the bones.
A merry heart doeth good like a medicine: but a broken spirit
drieth the bones.
He follows his father, but with shorter strides.
He follows his father, but with shorter strides.
In a good house all is quickly ready.
In a good house all is quickly ready.
Hee hath not liv'd, that lives not after death.
Hee hath not liv'd, that lives not after death.
