My Small Boat
Man please thy maker and be merry set not for this world a cherry.
I am not ashamed to confess that I am ignorant of what I do not know.
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A man thinks that by mouthing hard words he understands hard things.
Autumn There is wind where the rose was, Cold rain where sweet grass was, And clouds like sheep Stream o'er…
He will always be a slave who does not know how to live upon a little.