Take not away the life you cannot give; For all things have an equal right to live, Kill noxious creatures where 'tis sin to save; This only just prerogative we have; But nourish life with vegetable food, And shun the sacrilegious taste of blood. Forbear, O mortals, To spoil your bodies with such impious food! There is corn for you, apples, whose weight bears down The bending branches; there are grapes that swell On the vines, and pleasant herbs, and greens Made mellow and soft with cooking; there is milk And clover-honey. Earth is generous With her provision, and her sustenance Is very kind; she offers, for your tables, Food that requires no bloodshed and no slaughter.
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A best friend it like a four leaf clover - Hard to find, and lucky to have.
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There was a child went forth every day, And the first object he look'd upon, that object he became, And that object became part of him for the day or a certain part of the day, Or for many years or streching eyeless years, The early lilacs became part of the child, And grass and white and red morning-glories and white and red clover, and the song of the phoebe-bird...
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All the heavy days are over; Leave the body's coloured pride Underneath the grass and clover, With the feet laid side by side.
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If a man who cannot count finds a four-leaf clover, is he lucky?
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If a man who cannot count finds a four-leaf clover, is he entitled to happiness?
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A good friend is like a four leaf clover, hard to find and lucky to have
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Anyone who has time to look for a 4- leaf clover needs to find one.
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