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Who like sour fruit to stir their veins' salt tides.
Who like sour fruit to stir their veins' salt tides.
Of all the griefs that harass the distress'd,
Sure the most bitter is a scornful jest;
Fate read more
Of all the griefs that harass the distress'd,
Sure the most bitter is a scornful jest;
Fate never wounds more deep the generous heart,
Than when a blockhead's insult points the dart.
The big thieves hang the little ones.
The big thieves hang the little ones.
We have not wings, we cannot soar,
But we have feet to scale and climb
By slow read more
We have not wings, we cannot soar,
But we have feet to scale and climb
By slow degrees, by more and more,
The cloudy summits of our time.
The beast that goes alwaies never wants blowes.
The beast that goes alwaies never wants blowes.
Vertue flies from the heart of a Mercenary man.
Vertue flies from the heart of a Mercenary man.
'Tis in grain, sir; 'twill endure wind and weather.
'Tis in grain, sir; 'twill endure wind and weather.
If you reveal your secrets to the wind you should not blame the
wind for revealing them to the read more
If you reveal your secrets to the wind you should not blame the
wind for revealing them to the trees.
Give loosers leave to talke.
Give loosers leave to talke.
