General Sayings ( 1730 - 1740 of 3562 )
A hungry stomach rarely despises rough food.
A hungry stomach rarely despises rough food.
The mind flies back with a grand recoil
From debts not due till to-morrow.
The mind flies back with a grand recoil
From debts not due till to-morrow.
The more the eggs, the worse the hatch,
The more the fish, the worse the catch.
The more the eggs, the worse the hatch,
The more the fish, the worse the catch.
There's not a string attuned to mirth,
But has its chord in melancholy.
There's not a string attuned to mirth,
But has its chord in melancholy.
Look here, he cries (to give him words):
Thou feathered clay, thou scum of birds!
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Look here, he cries (to give him words):
Thou feathered clay, thou scum of birds!
Look here, thou vile, predestined sinner,
Doomed to be roasted for a dinner.
Mere verbiage,--it is not worth a carrot!
Why Socrates or Plato--where's the odds?--
Once taught a jay read more
Mere verbiage,--it is not worth a carrot!
Why Socrates or Plato--where's the odds?--
Once taught a jay to supplicate the Gods,
And made a Polly-theist of a Parrot!
"Rogue that I am," he whispers to himself,
"I lie, I cheat--do anything for pelf,
But who read more
"Rogue that I am," he whispers to himself,
"I lie, I cheat--do anything for pelf,
But who on earth can say I am not pious?"
She was one of those who by fortune's boon
Are born, as they say, with a silver spoon
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She was one of those who by fortune's boon
Are born, as they say, with a silver spoon
In her mouth, not a wooden ladle.
The doctors gave her over--to an ass.
The doctors gave her over--to an ass.
Hundreds of men were turned into beasts,
Like the guests at Circe's horrible feasts,
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Hundreds of men were turned into beasts,
Like the guests at Circe's horrible feasts,
By the magic of ale and cider.
