Man please thy maker and be merry set not for this world a cherry.
I was not born to be free. I was born to adore and to obey.
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If your enemy wrongs you, buy each of his children a drum.
The North Wind Doth Blow The north wind doth blow, And we shall have snow, And what will the robin…
Winter draws what summer paints.