How have you left the ancient love That bards of old enjoyed in you! The languid strings do scarcely move! The sound is forced, the notes are few!
How have you left the ancient ...
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No bird soars too high if he soars with his own wings.
The hours of folly are measured by the clock; but of wisdom, no clock can measure.
In seed time learn, in harvest teach, in winter enjoy.
Think in the morning. Act in the noon. Eat in the evening. Sleep in the night.
For everything that lives is holy, life delights in life.
