Games
Who says that fictions only and false hairBecome a verse? Is there in truth no beauty?Is all good structure in a winding stair?
Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright,The bridal of the earth and sky;The dew shall weep thy fall tonight,For thou must die.
Man is no star, but a quick coalOf mortal fire:Who blows it not, nor doth controlA faint desire,
I will complain, yet praise;I will bewail, approve:And all my sowre-sweet dayesI will lament, and love.
Woe be to him that reads but one book.
The best mirror is an old friend.
Love bade me welcome; yet my soul drew back,Guiltie of dust and sin.
Throw away thy rod, throw away thy wrath; O my God, take the gentle path.
Be calm in arguing: for fierceness makes Error a fault, and truth discourtesy.
That flesh is but the glass, which holds the dust That measures all our time; which also shall Be crumbled into dust.
Deceive not thy physician confessor nor lawyer.
Drink not the third glass - which thou can'st not tame when once it is within thee.
One father is more than 100 schoolmasters.
A great ship asks deep water.
Little pitchers have wide ears.
Hope is the poor man's bread.
God's mill grinds slow but sure.
Praise the sea but keep on land.
Time is the rider that breaks youth.
You must lose a fly to catch a trout.
One sword keeps another in the sheath.
He that will learn to pray let him to sea.
Thou who has given so much to me give one thing more: a grateful heart.
Skill and confidence are an uncon-quered army.
One hour's sleep before midnight is worth three after.
The chicken is the country's but the city eats it.
Night is the mother of counsels.
A hundredload of worry will not pay an ounce of debt.
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