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    He goeth after her straightway, as an ox goeth to the slaughter,
    or as a fool to the correction of the stocks;
    Till a dart strike through his liver; as a bird hasteth to the
    snare, and knoweth not that it is for his life.

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In an hundred elles of contention, there is not an inch of love.

In an hundred elles of contention, there is not an inch of love.

by George Herbert Found in: General Sayings,
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The crow bewailes the sheepe, and then eates it.

The crow bewailes the sheepe, and then eates it.

by George Herbert Found in: General Sayings,
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None make a greater show of sorrow than those who are most
delighted.

None make a greater show of sorrow than those who are most
delighted.

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A man convinced against his will,
Is of the some opinion still.

A man convinced against his will,
Is of the some opinion still.

by Robert Burton Found in: General Sayings,
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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.

by Unknown Found in: General Sayings,
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A handfull of good life is better then a bushell of learning.

A handfull of good life is better then a bushell of learning.

by George Herbert Found in: General Sayings,
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Love all, trust a few,
Do wrong to none.

Love all, trust a few,
Do wrong to none.

by William Shakespeare Found in: General Sayings,
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A pleasure long expected is deare enough sold.

A pleasure long expected is deare enough sold.

by George Herbert Found in: General Sayings,
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Men at some time are masters of their fates.
The fault, dear Brutus, is not is our stars,
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Men at some time are masters of their fates.
The fault, dear Brutus, is not is our stars,
But in ourselves, that we are underlings.

by William Shakespeare Found in: General Sayings,
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