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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!
Don't promise twice what you can do at once.
Don't promise twice what you can do at once.
'Tis very certain the desire of life
Prolongs it.
'Tis very certain the desire of life
Prolongs it.
Our fears are always more numerous than our dangers.
Our fears are always more numerous than our dangers.
Integrity is praised and starves.
Integrity is praised and starves.
Falsehoods border on truths.
Falsehoods border on truths.
Thou marvell'st at my words, but hold thee still;
Things bad begun make strong themselves by ill.
Thou marvell'st at my words, but hold thee still;
Things bad begun make strong themselves by ill.
Great strokes make not sweete musick.
Great strokes make not sweete musick.
