Jenny kissed me when we met, Jumping from the chair she sat in, Time you thief, who love to get, Sweets into your list, you put in, Say you’re weary, say you’re sad, Say that health and wealth have missed me, Say I’m growing old, but add Jenny kissed me.
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Colors are the smiles of nature.
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The laughing queen that caught the world's great hands.
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Whenever evil befalls us, we ought to ask ourselves, after the first suffering, how we can turn it into good. So shall we take occasion, from one bitter root, to raise perhaps many flowers.
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The person who can be only serious or only cheerful, is but half a man.
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If you ever have to support a flagging conversation, introduce the topic of eating.
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Night's deepest gloom is but a calm; that soothes the weary mind: The labored days restoring balm; the comfort of mankind.
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Sympathizing and selfish people are alike, both given to tears.
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It is books that teach us to refine our pleasures when young, and to recall them with satisfaction when we are old.
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Music is the medicine of the breaking heart.
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If you are ever at a loss to support a flagging conversation, introduce the subject of eating.
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