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Simple is the language of truth.
Simple is the language of truth.
Why will no man confess his faults? Because he continues to
indulge in them; a man cannot tell his read more
Why will no man confess his faults? Because he continues to
indulge in them; a man cannot tell his dream till he wakes.
When your armour is on, it is too late to retreat.
When your armour is on, it is too late to retreat.
Her very silence, and her patience,
Speak to the people, and they pity her.
Her very silence, and her patience,
Speak to the people, and they pity her.
There is a friend that sticketh closer than a brother.
There is a friend that sticketh closer than a brother.
It is the fault of youth that it cannot restrain its own
impetuosity.
It is the fault of youth that it cannot restrain its own
impetuosity.
Who that has reason, and his smell,
Would not among roses and jasmin dwell?
Who that has reason, and his smell,
Would not among roses and jasmin dwell?
No day so clear but hath dark clouds.
No day so clear but hath dark clouds.
In misfortune if you cultivate a cheerful disposition you will
reap the advantage of it.
In misfortune if you cultivate a cheerful disposition you will
reap the advantage of it.
