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In the land of the blind, the one-eyed man is king.
[Lat., In regione caecorum rex est luscus.]

In the land of the blind, the one-eyed man is king.
[Lat., In regione caecorum rex est luscus.]

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The mountains are in labour, the birth will be an absurd little
mouse.

The mountains are in labour, the birth will be an absurd little
mouse.

by Unknown 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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Don't approach a goat from the front, a horse from the back, or a
fool from any side.

Don't approach a goat from the front, a horse from the back, or a
fool from any side.

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Hunger makes dinners, pastime suppers.

Hunger makes dinners, pastime suppers.

by George Herbert Found in: General Sayings,
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It is a most miserable lot to be without an enemy. [No man can
be successful without being envied read more

It is a most miserable lot to be without an enemy. [No man can
be successful without being envied and hated.]

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Foes, friends, men, women, now are nought to me
But dreams of what has been, no more to be.

Foes, friends, men, women, now are nought to me
But dreams of what has been, no more to be.

by John Byrom Found in: General Sayings,
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Time rolls on, and we grow old with silent years.

Time rolls on, and we grow old with silent years.

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I would have thee gone,
And yet no further than a wanton's bird,
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I would have thee gone,
And yet no further than a wanton's bird,
Who lets it hop a little from her hand,
Like a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves,
And with a silk thread plucks it back again.

by William Shakespeare Found in: General Sayings,
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