Madam, you have bereft me of all words.
Only my blood speaks to you in my veins,
And there is such confusion in my powers
As, after some oration fairly spoke
By a beloved prince, there doth appear
Among the buzzing pleased multitude,
Where every something being blent together
Turns to a wild of nothing, save of joy
Expressed and not expressed.
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Out of breath to no purpose, in doing much doing nothing. A race
(of busybodies) hurtful to itself and read more
Out of breath to no purpose, in doing much doing nothing. A race
(of busybodies) hurtful to itself and most hateful to all others.
[Lat., Gratis anhelans, multa agendo nihil agens.
Sibi molesta, et aliis odiosissima.]
Nothing to do but work,
Nothing to eat but food,
Nothing to wear out but clothes,
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Nothing to do but work,
Nothing to eat but food,
Nothing to wear out but clothes,
To keep one from going nude.
Nothing proceeds from nothingness, as also nothing passes away
into non-existence.
Nothing proceeds from nothingness, as also nothing passes away
into non-existence.
Nothing can be born of nothing, nothing can be resolved into
nothing.
[Lat., Gigni
De nihilo read more
Nothing can be born of nothing, nothing can be resolved into
nothing.
[Lat., Gigni
De nihilo nihil, in nihilum nil posse reverti.]
Believing nothing does whilst there remained anything else to be
done.
[Lat., Nil actum credens, dum quid superesset read more
Believing nothing does whilst there remained anything else to be
done.
[Lat., Nil actum credens, dum quid superesset agendum.]
Therefore there is not anything which returns to nothing, but all
things return dissolved into their elements.
[Lat., read more
Therefore there is not anything which returns to nothing, but all
things return dissolved into their elements.
[Lat., Haud igitur redit ad Nihilum res ulla, sed omnes
Discidio redeunt in corpora materiai.]
They laboriously do nothing.
[Lat., Operose nihil agunt.]
They laboriously do nothing.
[Lat., Operose nihil agunt.]
A life of nothing's nothing worth,
From that first nothing ere his birth,
To that last nothing read more
A life of nothing's nothing worth,
From that first nothing ere his birth,
To that last nothing under earth.
It is the silence between the notes that makes the music; it is
the space between the bars that read more
It is the silence between the notes that makes the music; it is
the space between the bars that holds the tiger.
