The evening praises the day, and the morning a frost.

The evening praises the day, and the morning a frost.

The pot boils badly.

The pot boils badly.

All that's bright must fade,--
The brightest still the fleetest;
All that's sweet was made
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All that's bright must fade,--
The brightest still the fleetest;
All that's sweet was made
But to be lost when sweetest.

My days of love are over: me no more
The charms of maid, wife, and still less of widow,
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My days of love are over: me no more
The charms of maid, wife, and still less of widow,
Can make the fool of; that they made before:
In fact I must not lead the life I did do.

There is no body will go to hell for company.

There is no body will go to hell for company.

All soils are not fertile.

All soils are not fertile.

To a fair day open the window, but make you ready as to a foule.

To a fair day open the window, but make you ready as to a foule.

Not treasured wealth, nor the consul's lictor, can dispel the
mind's bitter conflicts and the cares that flit, like read more

Not treasured wealth, nor the consul's lictor, can dispel the
mind's bitter conflicts and the cares that flit, like bats, about
your fretted roofs.

Let nothing offensive to the ear or the eye enter these
thresholds, within which youth dwells.

Let nothing offensive to the ear or the eye enter these
thresholds, within which youth dwells.