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.
THOMAS MOREThe most part of all princes have more delight in warlike manners and feats of chivalry than in the good feats of peace.
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It is a wise mans part, rather to avoid sickness, than to wish for medicines.
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Whoever loveth me, loveth my hound.
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Two evils, greed and faction are the destruction of all justice.
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Occupy your mind with good thoughts, or the enemy will fill them with bad ones.
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It is possible to live for the next life and still be merry in this.
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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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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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What part soever you take upon you, play that as well as you can and make the best of it.
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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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He travels best that knows when to return.
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It is part of the business of life to be affable and pleasing to those whom either nature, chance or circumstance has made our companions.
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One man to live in pleasure and wealth, whiles all other weap and smart for it, that is the part not of a king, but of a jailor.
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For men use, if they have an evil turn, to write it in marble; and whoso doth us a good turn we write it in dust.
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The most part of all princes have more delight in warlike manners and feats of chivalry than in the good feats of peace.
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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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