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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.
Great contest follows, and much learned dust
Involves the combatants; each claiming truth,
And truth disclaiming both.
Great contest follows, and much learned dust
Involves the combatants; each claiming truth,
And truth disclaiming both.
Did thrust (as now) in other's corn his sickle.
- Guillaume de Salluste Du Bartas,
Did thrust (as now) in other's corn his sickle.
- Guillaume de Salluste Du Bartas,
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.
'Tis a hydra's head contention; the more they strive the more they
may: and as Praxiteles did by his read more
'Tis a hydra's head contention; the more they strive the more they
may: and as Praxiteles did by his glass, when he saw a scurvy
face in it, brake it in pieces; but for that one he saw many more
as bad in a moment.
A continual dropping in a very rainy day and a contentious woman
are alike.
A continual dropping in a very rainy day and a contentious woman
are alike.
Thus when a barber and collier fight,
The barber beats the luckless collier--white;
The dusty collier heaves read more
Thus when a barber and collier fight,
The barber beats the luckless collier--white;
The dusty collier heaves his ponderous sack,
And, big with vengeance, beats the barber--black.
In comes the brick-dust man, with grime o'er spread,
And beats the collier and the barber--red;
Black, red, and white, in various clouds are toss'd,
And in the dust they raise the combatants are lost.
But curb thou the high spirit in thy breast,
For gentle ways are best, and keep aloof
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But curb thou the high spirit in thy breast,
For gentle ways are best, and keep aloof
From sharp contentions.
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.]