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The Chicken is the Countries, but the Citie eats it.

The Chicken is the Countries, but the Citie eats it.

by George Herbert Found in: General Sayings,
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For violent fires soon burn out themselves.

For violent fires soon burn out themselves.

by William Shakespeare Found in: General Sayings,
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A curst Cow hath short hornes.
[A curst cow has short horns.]

A curst Cow hath short hornes.
[A curst cow has short horns.]

by George Herbert Found in: General Sayings,
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A virtuous woman is a crown to her husband.

A virtuous woman is a crown to her husband.

by Bible Found in: General Sayings,
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Little we heed the tempest drear,
While music, mirth, and social cheer,
Speed on their wings the read more

Little we heed the tempest drear,
While music, mirth, and social cheer,
Speed on their wings the passing year.

by Unknown Found in: General Sayings,
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The pupil will eclipse his tutor, I warrant.

The pupil will eclipse his tutor, I warrant.

by Unknown Found in: General Sayings,
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Fire that's closest kept burns most of all.

Fire that's closest kept burns most of all.

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But, Clifford, tell me, didst thou never hear,
That things ill got had ever bad success?

But, Clifford, tell me, didst thou never hear,
That things ill got had ever bad success?

by William Shakespeare Found in: General Sayings,
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When sorrows come, they come not single spies,
But in battalions: first, her father slain;
Next, your read more

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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