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When all the world is young, lad, And all the trees are green; And every goose a swan, lad, And every lass a queen; Then hey for boot and horse, lad, And round the world away; Young blood must have its course, lad, And every dog his day. When all the world is old, lad, And all the trees are brown; And all the sport is stale, lad, And all the wheels run down; Creep home, and take your place there, The spent and maimed amoung: God grant you find one face there, You loved when all was young.
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It's all in the day's work, as the huntsman said when the lion ate him.
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We act as though comfort and luxury were the chief requirements in life, when all we need to make us really happy is something to be enthusiastic about.
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He was one of those men who possess almost every gift, except the gift of the power to use them.
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We have used the Bible as if it was a mere special constable's handbook, an opium dose for keeping beasts of burden patient while they are bei...
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