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He has hay upon his horn. [He is a mischievous person.]
He has hay upon his horn. [He is a mischievous person.]
The rust of the mind is the destruction of genius.
The rust of the mind is the destruction of genius.
Oh, woman! in our hours of ease,
Uncertain, coy, and hard to please.
Oh, woman! in our hours of ease,
Uncertain, coy, and hard to please.
Skins may differ, but affection
Dwells in white and black the same.
Skins may differ, but affection
Dwells in white and black the same.
Why will no man confess his faults? Because he continues to
indulge in them; a man cannot tell his read more
Why will no man confess his faults? Because he continues to
indulge in them; a man cannot tell his dream till he wakes.
'Tis strange, but true: for truth is always strange;
Stranger than fiction.
'Tis strange, but true: for truth is always strange;
Stranger than fiction.
A sinful heart makes feeble hand.
A sinful heart makes feeble hand.
Their hearts sweat with undivulged guilt.
Their hearts sweat with undivulged guilt.
Such pains they take to look pretty.
Such pains they take to look pretty.
What, lost a world, and bade a hero fly?
The timid tear in Cleopatra's eye.
What, lost a world, and bade a hero fly?
The timid tear in Cleopatra's eye.
