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Food for the soul.
[Lat., Nutrimentum spiritus.]
Food for the soul.
[Lat., Nutrimentum spiritus.]
The grave's the market place.
The grave's the market place.
When law can stop the blades of grass from growing as they grow;
And when the leaves in Summer-time read more
When law can stop the blades of grass from growing as they grow;
And when the leaves in Summer-time their colour dare not show;
Then will I change the colour too, I wear in my caubeen;
But till that day, plaze God, I'll stick to wearin' o' the Green.
If o'er the dial glides a shade, redeem
The time for lo! it passes like a dream;
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If o'er the dial glides a shade, redeem
The time for lo! it passes like a dream;
But if 'tis all a blank, then mark the loss
Of hours unblest by shadows from the cross.
Oft he that doth abide
Is cause of his own paine,
But he that flieth in good read more
Oft he that doth abide
Is cause of his own paine,
But he that flieth in good tide
Perhaps may fight again.
Hier aupres de Charenton
Un serpent morait Jean Freron,
Que croyez-vous qu'il arriva?
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Hier aupres de Charenton
Un serpent morait Jean Freron,
Que croyez-vous qu'il arriva?
Ce fut le serpent qui creva.
Be aristocracy the only joy:
Let commerce perish--let the world expire.
Be aristocracy the only joy:
Let commerce perish--let the world expire.
He who labours, prays.
[Lat., Qui laborat, orat.]
He who labours, prays.
[Lat., Qui laborat, orat.]
God curse Moawiyah. If I had served God so well as I have served
him, he would never have read more
God curse Moawiyah. If I had served God so well as I have served
him, he would never have damned me to all eternity.
Un gros serpent mordit Aurele.
Que croyez-vous qu'il arriva?
Qu' Aurele en mourut? Bagatelle!
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Un gros serpent mordit Aurele.
Que croyez-vous qu'il arriva?
Qu' Aurele en mourut? Bagatelle!
Ce fut le serpent qui creva.
