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65 ÆäÀÌÁö - He was in the world, and the world was made by him, and the world knew him not. He came unto his own, and his own received him not.
58 ÆäÀÌÁö - The dancing pair that simply sought renown, By holding out to tire each other down...
99 ÆäÀÌÁö - No product here the barren hills afford, But man and steel, the soldier and his sword. No vernal blooms their torpid rocks array, But winter lingering chills the lap of May; No zephyr fondly sues the mountain's breast, But meteors glare, and stormy glooms invest.
159 ÆäÀÌÁö - What time the daisy decks the green, Thy certain voice we hear; Hast thou a star to guide thy path, Or mark the rolling year? Delightful visitant ! with thee I hail the time of flowers, And hear the sound of music sweet, From birds among the bowers.
135 ÆäÀÌÁö - Hark! they whisper; Angels say, Sister Spirit, come away. What is this absorbs me quite? Steals my senses, shuts my sight, Drowns my spirits, draws my breath? Tell me, my Soul, can this be Death?
286 ÆäÀÌÁö - There is not, and there never was on this earth, a work of human policy so well deserving of examination as the Roman Catholic Church.
95 ÆäÀÌÁö - He that hath a Trade hath an Estate; and he that hath a Calling, hath an Office of Profit and Honour; but then the Trade must be worked at, and the Calling well followed, or neither the Estate nor the Office will enable us to pay our Taxes. If we are industrious, we shall never starve; for, as Poor Richard says, At the working Man's House Hunger looks in, but dares not enter.
58 ÆäÀÌÁö - How often have I blest the coming day, When toil remitting lent its turn to play, And all the village train, from labor free, Led up their sports beneath the spreading tree...
96 ÆäÀÌÁö - The cat in gloves catches no mice, as Poor Richard says. It is true there is much to be done, and perhaps you are weak-handed; but stick to it steadily, and you will see great effects; for, Constant dropping wears away stones; and, By diligence and patience the mouse ate in two the cable; and Little strokes fell great oaks, as Poor Richard says in his almanac, the year I cannot just now remember.
195 ÆäÀÌÁö - The grand transition, that there lives and works A soul in all things, and that soul is God.

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