I hate all children of precocious talent.

I hate all children of precocious talent.

Our yesterday's to-morrow now is gone,
And still a new to-morrow does come on.
We by to-morrow read more

Our yesterday's to-morrow now is gone,
And still a new to-morrow does come on.
We by to-morrow draw out all our store,
Till the exhausted well can yield no more.

Who gives to all, denies all.

Who gives to all, denies all.

When clouds are seen, wise men put on their cloaks;
When great leaves fall, then winter is at hand;
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When clouds are seen, wise men put on their cloaks;
When great leaves fall, then winter is at hand;
When the sun sets, who doth not look for night?
Untimely storms makes men expect a dearth.

First we make our habits, then our habits make us.

First we make our habits, then our habits make us.

I'm at my wits end.

I'm at my wits end.

Now o'er his tomb and happy ashes will not violets spring?

Now o'er his tomb and happy ashes will not violets spring?

He that hath a head of waxe must not walke in the sunne.

He that hath a head of waxe must not walke in the sunne.

Our native land attracts us with some mysterious charm, never to
be forgotten.

Our native land attracts us with some mysterious charm, never to
be forgotten.