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Poverty is the mother of health.
Poverty is the mother of health.
A fair day in winter is the mother of a storme.
A fair day in winter is the mother of a storme.
That is gold which is worth gold.
That is gold which is worth gold.
By that sin fell the angels.
By that sin fell the angels.
He that hath not the craft, let him shut up shop.
He that hath not the craft, let him shut up shop.
Hundreds of men were turned into beasts,
Like the guests at Circe's horrible feasts,
By the magic read more
Hundreds of men were turned into beasts,
Like the guests at Circe's horrible feasts,
By the magic of ale and cider.
In life you lov'd me not, in death you bewaile me.
In life you lov'd me not, in death you bewaile me.
The thread breakes, where it is weakest.
The thread breakes, where it is weakest.
He bristles with hair, like a sea-urchin or a hunted boar.
He bristles with hair, like a sea-urchin or a hunted boar.
