Whoever loveth me, loveth my hound.
THOMAS MOREA pretty face may be enough to catch a man, but it takes character and good nature to hold him.
More Thomas More Quotes
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The way to heaven out of all places is of length and distance.
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Nor can they understand why a totally useless substance like gold should now, all over the world, be considered far more important than human beings, who gave it such value as it has, purely for their own convenience.
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What is deferred is not avoided.
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Everywhere do I percieve a certain conspiracy of rich men seeking their own advantage underthat name and pretext of commonwealth.
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Who does more earnestly long for a change than he who is uneasy in his present circumstances? And who run to create confusions with so desperate a boldness as those who have nothing to lose, hope to gain by them?
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Lord, give me a sense of humor so that I may take some happiness from this life and share it with others.
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What though youth gave love and roses, Age still leaves us friends and wine.
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The Utopians feel that slaughtering our fellow creatures gradually destroys the sense of compassion, which is the finest sentiment of which our human nature is capable.
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Rose! Thou art the sweetest flower that ever drank the amber shower: Even the Gods, who walk the sky, are amourous of thy scented sigh.
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If the lion knew his own strength, hard were it for any man to rule him.
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They set great store by their gardens . . . Their studie and deligence herein commeth not only of pleasure, but also of a certain strife and contention . . . concerning the trimming, husbanding, and furnishing of their gardens; everye man or his owne parte.
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Oh! blame not the bard.
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It is only natural, of course, that each man should think his own opinions best: the crow loves his fledgling, and the ape his cub.
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See me safe up: for in my coming down, I can shift for myself.
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As for rosemary, I let it run all over my garden walls, not only because my bees love it but because it is the herb sacred to remembrance and to friendship, whence a sprig of it hath a dumb language.
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