Fly away, pretty moth, to the shade
Of the leaf where you slumbered all day;
Be content with the moon and the stars, pretty moth,
And make use of your wings while you may.
. . . .
But tho' dreams of delight may have dazzled you quite,
They at last found it dangerous play;
Many things in this world that look bright, pretty moth,
Only dazzle to lead us astray.
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The only fence against the world is a thorough knowledge of it.
The only fence against the world is a thorough knowledge of it.
Earth took her shining station as a star,
In Heaven's dark hall, high up the crowd of worlds.
Earth took her shining station as a star,
In Heaven's dark hall, high up the crowd of worlds.
The severe schools shall never laugh me out of the philosophy of
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The severe schools shall never laugh me out of the philosophy of
Hermes, that this visible world is but a picture of the
invisible, wherein as in a portrait, things are not truly, but in
equivocal shapes, and as they counterfeit some real substance in
that invisible fabric.
It is said that the world is in a state of bankruptcy, that the world owes the world more than read more
It is said that the world is in a state of bankruptcy, that the world owes the world more than the world can pay.
This is the best world, that we live in,
To lend and to spend and to give in:
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This is the best world, that we live in,
To lend and to spend and to give in:
But to borrow, or beg, or to get a man's own,
It is the worst world that ever was known.
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'If the world had no feeling, then there would be no suffering.. - the world would be such a better place, but the price would be never feeling happiness. is that a too higher price to pay?'.
Behold, the nations are as a drop of a bucket, and are counted as
the small dust of the read more
Behold, the nations are as a drop of a bucket, and are counted as
the small dust of the balance: behold, he taketh up the isles as
a little thing.
In this world nothing is sure but death and taxes.
In this world nothing is sure but death and taxes.
