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Everyone puts his fault on the Times.

Everyone puts his fault on the Times.

by George Herbert Found in: General Sayings,
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However exalted our position, we should still not despise the
powers of the humble.

However exalted our position, we should still not despise the
powers of the humble.

by Periander Of Corinth Found in: General Sayings,
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It is very hard to shave an egge.

It is very hard to shave an egge.

by George Herbert Found in: General Sayings,
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No sooner is a Temple built to God but the Devill builds a
Chappell hard by.
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No sooner is a Temple built to God but the Devill builds a
Chappell hard by.
[No sooner is a Temple built to God but the Devil builds a chapel
hard by.]

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Which of these two is the greater fool?

Which of these two is the greater fool?

by Unknown Found in: General Sayings,
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Heat not a furnace for your foe so hot
That it doth singe yourself.

Heat not a furnace for your foe so hot
That it doth singe yourself.

by William Shakespeare Found in: General Sayings,
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Modesty once lost, never returns into favour.

Modesty once lost, never returns into favour.

by Unknown Found in: General Sayings,
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The bird that hath been limed in a bush
With trembling wing misdoubteth every bush.

The bird that hath been limed in a bush
With trembling wing misdoubteth every bush.

by William Shakespeare Found in: General Sayings,
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When sorrows come, they come not single spies,
But in battalions: first, her father slain;
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When sorrows come, they come not single spies,
But in battalions: first, her father slain;
Next, your son gone, and he most violent author
Of his own just remove; the people muddied,
Thick and unwholesome in their thoughts and whispers
For good Polonius' death, and we have done but greenly
In hugger-mugger to inter him; poor Ophelia
Divided from herself and her fair judgment,
Without the which we are pictures or mere beasts;
Last, and as much containing as all these,
Her brother is in secret come from France,
Feeds on his wonder, keeps himself in clouds,
And wants not buzzers to infect his ear
With pestilent speeches of his father's death,
Wherein necessity, of matter beggared,
Will nothing stick our person to arraign
In ear and ear.

by William Shakespeare Found in: General Sayings,
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