My Small Boat
Man please thy maker and be merry set not for this world a cherry.
Broadly speaking, the short words are the best, and the old words best of all.
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Music, when Soft Voices die Music, when soft voices die, Vibrates in the memory; Odours, when sweet violets sicken, Live…
No one who cannot rejoice in the discovery of his own mistakes deserves to be called a scholar.
There's no sense in being precise when you don't even know what you're talking about.