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The evening praises the day, and the morning a frost.
The evening praises the day, and the morning a frost.
There is a method in man's wickedness:
It grows up by degrees.
There is a method in man's wickedness:
It grows up by degrees.
Art is long, and Time is fleeting,
And out hearts, though stout and brave,
Still, like muffled read more
Art is long, and Time is fleeting,
And out hearts, though stout and brave,
Still, like muffled drums, are beating
Funeral marches to the grave.
I would have thee gone,
And yet no further than a wanton's bird,
Who lets it hop read more
I would have thee gone,
And yet no further than a wanton's bird,
Who lets it hop a little from her hand,
Like a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves,
And with a silk thread plucks it back again.
May everything he treads upon become a rose!
May everything he treads upon become a rose!
Noble houskeepers neede no dores.
Noble houskeepers neede no dores.
Lying lips are abomination to the Lord.
Lying lips are abomination to the Lord.
There is no proverb which is not true.
[Sp., No hay refran que no sea verdadero.]
There is no proverb which is not true.
[Sp., No hay refran que no sea verdadero.]
For 'tis not good that children should know any wickedness.
For 'tis not good that children should know any wickedness.