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There is a southern proverb - fine words butter no parsnips.

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Walter Scott
Age: 61 †
Born: 1771
Born: August 15
Died: 1832
Died: September 21
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But woe awaits a country when She sees the tears of bearded men.
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Revenge, the sweetest morsel to the mouth that ever was cooked in hell.
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I did not myself set a high estimation on wealth, and had the affectation of most young men of lively imagination, who suppose that they can better dispense with the possession of money, than resign their time and faculties to the labour necessary to acquire it.
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Fortune may raise up or abuse the ordinary mortal, but the sage and the soldier should have minds beyond her control.
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Despite those titles, power, and pelf, The wretch, concentred all in self, Living, shall forfeit fair renown, And, doubly dying, shall go down To the vile dust, from whence he sprung, Unwept, unhonor'd, and unsung.
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Treason seldom dwells with courage.
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Who, noteless as the race from which he sprung, Saved others' names, but left his own unsung.
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And love is loveliest when embalm'd in tears.
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To the timid and hesitating everything is impossible because it seems so.
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In prosperous times I have sometimes felt my fancy and powers of language flag, but adversity is to me at least a tonic and bracer.
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A few drops sprinkled on the torch of love make the flame blaze the brighter.
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I will but confess the sins of my green cloak to my grey friar's frock, and all shall be well again.
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Commend me to sterling honesty though clad in rags.
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No scene of mortal life but teems with mortal woe.
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Look back, and smile on perils past.
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The chain of friendship, however bright, does not stand the attrition of constant close contact.
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Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking, morn of toil, nor night of waking.
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Love will subsist on wonderfully little hope but not altogether without it.
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Loud o'er my head though awful thunders roll, And vivid lightnings flash from pole to pole, Yet 'tis Thy voice, my God, that bids them fly, Thy arm directs those lightnings through the sky. Then let the good Thy mighty name revere, And hardened sinners Thy just vengeance fear.
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Covetousness bursts the sack and spills the grain.
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