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Woe is me, my mother, that thou hast borne me a man of strife and
a man of contention read more
Woe is me, my mother, that thou hast borne me a man of strife and
a man of contention to the whole earth! I have neither lent on
usury, nor men have lent to me on usury; yet every one of them
doth curse me.
And if a house be divided against itself, that house cannot
stand.
And if a house be divided against itself, that house cannot
stand.
In excessive altercation, truth is lost.
[Lat., Nimium altercando veritas amittitur.]
In excessive altercation, truth is lost.
[Lat., Nimium altercando veritas amittitur.]
He that wrestles with us strengthens our nerves, and sharpens our
skill. Our antagonist is our helper.
He that wrestles with us strengthens our nerves, and sharpens our
skill. Our antagonist is our helper.
But curb thou the high spirit in thy breast,
For gentle ways are best, and keep aloof
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But curb thou the high spirit in thy breast,
For gentle ways are best, and keep aloof
From sharp contentions.
A continual dropping in a very rainy day and a contentious woman
are alike.
A continual dropping in a very rainy day and a contentious woman
are alike.
And Abram said unto Lot, Let there be no strife, I pray thee,
between me and thee, and between read more
And Abram said unto Lot, Let there be no strife, I pray thee,
between me and thee, and between my herdmen and thy herdmen; for
we be brethren.
Did thrust (as now) in other's corn his sickle.
- Guillaume de Salluste Du Bartas,
Did thrust (as now) in other's corn his sickle.
- Guillaume de Salluste Du Bartas,
Thus when a barber and collier fight,
The barber beats the luckless collier--white;
The dusty collier heaves read more
Thus when a barber and collier fight,
The barber beats the luckless collier--white;
The dusty collier heaves his ponderous sack,
And, big with vengeance, beats the barber--black.
In comes the brick-dust man, with grime o'er spread,
And beats the collier and the barber--red;
Black, red, and white, in various clouds are toss'd,
And in the dust they raise the combatants are lost.