My mother bore me in the southern wild, And I am black, but O! my soul is white; White as an angel is the English child, But I am black as if bereaved of light.
My mother bore me in the ...
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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.
