SundayApr 28, 2024
Quotes: 53419 Authors: 9969
No, let the monarch's bags and others hold The flattering, mighty, nay, al-mighty gold.
Care to our coffin adds a nail, no doubt, And every grin so merry draws one out.
A fellow in a market town, Most musical, cried razors up and down.
What rage for fame attends both great and small! Better be damned than mentioned not at all.
Every gift, though it be small, is in reality great if given with affection.
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