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You tell a tale to a dead man.
You tell a tale to a dead man.
The gallant Sir Robert fought hard to the end,
But who can with fate and quart bumpers contend?
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The gallant Sir Robert fought hard to the end,
But who can with fate and quart bumpers contend?
Though Fate said, a hero should perish ill light;
So up rose bright Phoebus, and down fell the knight.
The pen is mightier than the sword.
The pen is mightier than the sword.
The holydays of joy are the vigils of sorrow.
The holydays of joy are the vigils of sorrow.
He who speaks ill of an absent friend, or fails to take his part
if attacked by another, that read more
He who speaks ill of an absent friend, or fails to take his part
if attacked by another, that man is a scoundrel.
Little pitchers have wide eares.
[Little pitchers have wide ears.]
Little pitchers have wide eares.
[Little pitchers have wide ears.]
Of a little thing a little displeaseth.
Of a little thing a little displeaseth.
But he who stems a stream with sand,
And fetters flame with flaxen band,
Has yet a read more
But he who stems a stream with sand,
And fetters flame with flaxen band,
Has yet a harder task to prove--
By firm resolve to conquer love!
Vice deceives us when dressed in the garb of virtue.
Vice deceives us when dressed in the garb of virtue.
