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Do not wait to strike till the iron is hot but make it hot by striking.
William Butler Yeats
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William Butler Yeats
Age: 73 †
Born: 1865
Born: June 13
Died: 1939
Died: January 28
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Everything that's lovely is But a brief, dreamy kind of delight.
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Come near I would, before my time to go, Sing of old Eire and the ancient ways: Red Rose, proud Rose, sad Rose of all my days.
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Only that which does not teach, which does not cry out, which does not condescend, which does not explain, is irresistible.
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Now as at all times I can see in the mind's eye, In their stiff, painted clothes, the pale unsatisfied ones Appear and disappear in the blue depth of the sky With all their ancient faces like rain- beaten stones, And all their helms of silver hovering.
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O heart the winds have shaken, the unappeasable host Is comelier than candles at Mother Mary's feet.
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Laughter not time destroyed my voice And put that crack in it, And when the moon's pot-bellied I get a laughing fit.
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And learn that the best thing is To change my loves while dancing And pay but a kiss for a kiss.
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Where there is nothing, there is God.
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I heard the old, old, men say 'all that's beautiful drifts away, like the waters.'
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