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    He told me once
    The saddest thing that can befall the soul,
    Is when it loses faith in God and woman,
    For he had lost them both. Lost I those gems,
    Though the world's throne stood open in my path,
    I would go wandering back into my childhood,
    Searching for them with tears.

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Wine and women bring misery.

Wine and women bring misery.

by Unknown Found in: General Sayings,
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For 'tis the mind that makes the body rich;
And as the sun breaks through the darkest clouds,
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For 'tis the mind that makes the body rich;
And as the sun breaks through the darkest clouds,
So honour peereth in the meanest habit.

by William Shakespeare Found in: General Sayings,
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He will not carry his wealth to the waters of Acheron.

He will not carry his wealth to the waters of Acheron.

by Matthew Prior Found in: General Sayings,
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Sweet discourse makes short daies and nights.

Sweet discourse makes short daies and nights.

by George Herbert Found in: General Sayings,
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A coward calls himself cautious, a miser thrifty.

A coward calls himself cautious, a miser thrifty.

by Sir Walter Scott Found in: General Sayings,
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A light breath fans the flame, a violent gust extinguishes it.

A light breath fans the flame, a violent gust extinguishes it.

by Old Song Found in: General Sayings,
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Either wealth is much increased, or moderation is much decayed.

Either wealth is much increased, or moderation is much decayed.

by George Herbert Found in: General Sayings,
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None is a foole alwaies, everyone sometimes.

None is a foole alwaies, everyone sometimes.

by George Herbert Found in: General Sayings,
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She never told her love,
But let concealment, like a worm i' th' bud,
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She never told her love,
But let concealment, like a worm i' th' bud,
Feed on her damask cheek. She pined in thought;
And, with a green and yellow melancholy,
She sat like Patience on a monument,
Smiling at grief.

by William Shakespeare Found in: General Sayings,
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