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A government of laws, and not of men.
A government of laws, and not of men.
To shoot at crows is powder flung away.
To shoot at crows is powder flung away.
It is a thing very displeasing to me when the hen speaks and the
cock is silent.
[Fr., read more
It is a thing very displeasing to me when the hen speaks and the
cock is silent.
[Fr., C'est chose qui moult me deplaist,
Quand poule parle et coq se taist.]
Nothing is more dangerous than an idea, when a man has only one
idea.
Nothing is more dangerous than an idea, when a man has only one
idea.
What is lighter than the wind? A feather.
What is lighter than a feather? Fire.
What lighter read more
What is lighter than the wind? A feather.
What is lighter than a feather? Fire.
What lighter than a fire? A woman.
What lighter than a woman? Nothing.
[Lat., Vente quid levius? fulgur. Quid fulgure? flamma
Flamma quid? mulier. Quid mulier? nihil.]
The rise of every man he loved to trace,
Up to the very pod O!
And, in read more
The rise of every man he loved to trace,
Up to the very pod O!
And, in baboons, our parent race
Was found by old Monboddo.
Their A, B, C, he made them speak,
And learn their qui, quae, quod, O!
Till Hebrew, Latin, Welsh, and Greek
They knew as well's Monboddo!
Listen to the Exhortation of the Dawn!
Look to this Day! For it is Life,
The very read more
Listen to the Exhortation of the Dawn!
Look to this Day! For it is Life,
The very Life of Life.
In its brief course lie all the Varieties
And Realities of your Existence;
The Bliss of Growth,
The Glory of Action,
The Splendor of Beauty;
For Yesterday is but a Dream,
And Tomorrow is only a Vision;
But Today well lived
Makes every Yesterday a Dream of Happiness,
And every Tomorrow a Vision of Hope.
Look well therefore to this Day!
Such is the Salutation of Dawn.
Go thou, deceased, to this earth which is a mother, and spacious
and kind. May her touch be soft read more
Go thou, deceased, to this earth which is a mother, and spacious
and kind. May her touch be soft like that of wool, or a young
woman, and may she protect thee from the depths of destruction.
Rise above him, O Earth, do not press painfully on him, give him
good things, give him consolation, as a mother covers her child
with her cloth, cover thou him.
Death is a black camel, which kneels at the gates of all.
Death is a black camel, which kneels at the gates of all.
When all else fails, duck. It's not practical, but it can be
momentarily comforting.
When all else fails, duck. It's not practical, but it can be
momentarily comforting.
