In my conscience I believe the baggage loves me, for she never speaks well of me herself, nor suffers any body else to rail at me.
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She likes herself, yet others hates, For that which in herself she prizes; And while she laughs at them, forgets She is the thing that she despises.
Uncertainty and expectation are the joys of life. Security is an insipid thing.
‘Tis well enough for a servant to be bred at an University. But the education is a little too pedantic for a gentleman.
Say what you will, ’tis better to be left than never to have been loved.
No, I’m no enemy to learning; it hurts not me.
Never go to bed angry, stay up and fight.
I know that’s a secret, for it’s whispered everywhere.
Fear comes from uncertainty. When we are absolutely certain, whether of our worth or worthlessness, we are almost impervious to fear.
Come, come, leave business to idlers, and wisdom to fools: they have need of ’em: wit be my faculty, and pleasure my occupation, and let father Time shake his glass.