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Contentions fierce,
Ardent, and dire, spring from no petty cause.
Contentions fierce,
Ardent, and dire, spring from no petty cause.
Woe is me, my mother, that thou hast borne me a man of strife and
a man of contention read more
Woe is me, my mother, that thou hast borne me a man of strife and
a man of contention to the whole earth! I have neither lent on
usury, nor men have lent to me on usury; yet every one of them
doth curse me.
So when two dogs are fighting in the streets,
When a third dog one of the two dogs meets:
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So when two dogs are fighting in the streets,
When a third dog one of the two dogs meets:
With angry teeth he bites him to the bone,
And this dog smarts for what that dog has done.
And Abram said unto Lot, Let there be no strife, I pray thee,
between me and thee, and between read more
And Abram said unto Lot, Let there be no strife, I pray thee,
between me and thee, and between my herdmen and thy herdmen; for
we be brethren.
When individuals approach one another with deep purposes on both
sides they seldom come at once to the matter read more
When individuals approach one another with deep purposes on both
sides they seldom come at once to the matter which they have most
at heart. They dread the electric shock of a too sudden contact
with it.
And the combat ceased, for want of combatants.
[Fr., Et le combat cessa, faute de combattants.]
And the combat ceased, for want of combatants.
[Fr., Et le combat cessa, faute de combattants.]
The whole discord of this world consists in discords.
[Lat., Tota hujus mundi concordia ex discordibus constat.]
The whole discord of this world consists in discords.
[Lat., Tota hujus mundi concordia ex discordibus constat.]
He that wrestles with us strengthens our nerves, and sharpens our
skill. Our antagonist is our helper.
He that wrestles with us strengthens our nerves, and sharpens our
skill. Our antagonist is our helper.
Not hate, but glory, made these chiefs contend;
And each brave foe was in his soul a friend.
Not hate, but glory, made these chiefs contend;
And each brave foe was in his soul a friend.
