Where there is no honour, there is no griefe.

Where there is no honour, there is no griefe.

He that serves, must serve.

He that serves, must serve.

Every mile is two in winter.

Every mile is two in winter.

But in the glances of his eye
A penetrating keen and sly
Expression found its home.

But in the glances of his eye
A penetrating keen and sly
Expression found its home.

Come, let us take our fill of love until the morning: let us
solace ourselves with loves.
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Come, let us take our fill of love until the morning: let us
solace ourselves with loves.
For the goodman is not at home, he is gone a long journey.

He who boasts of his pedigree praises that which does not belong
to him.

He who boasts of his pedigree praises that which does not belong
to him.

Breathes there the man with soul so dead,
Who never to himself hath said,
This is my read more

Breathes there the man with soul so dead,
Who never to himself hath said,
This is my own, my native land!
Whose heart hath ne'er within him burn'd,
As home his footsteps he hath turn'd,
From wandering on a foreign strand!

There is a limit at which forbearance ceases to be a virtue.

There is a limit at which forbearance ceases to be a virtue.

Withdraw thy foot from thy neighbour's house; lest he be weary of
thee, and so hate thee.

Withdraw thy foot from thy neighbour's house; lest he be weary of
thee, and so hate thee.