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What's done cannot be undone. – To bed, to bed, to bed!" [3] Shakespeare did not coin the phrase; it may actually be a derivative of the early 14th-century French proverb: Mez quant ja est la chose fecte, ne peut pas bien estre desfecte, which is translated into English as "But when a thing is already done, it cannot be undone".
Do not let them pass by, saying, "Sometime I'll try," But go and do something today. 'Tis noble of man to work and to give; Love's labor has merit alone. Only he who does something helps others to live. To God each good work will be known. Then wake up and do something more Than dream of your mansion above. Doing good is a pleasure, a joy ...
The graphs showing the growth of ethnic groups in Iowa in the July 28 Register were misleading. The graph indicating white groups had a Y axis in units of millions. The other ethnic groups each ...
A man can do what he wills but he cannot will what he wills; A mill cannot grind with the water that is past; A miss is as good as a mile; A new language is a new life (Persian proverb) [5] A penny saved is a penny earned; A picture is worth a thousand words; A rising tide lifts all boats; A rolling stone gathers no moss
President Obama only has a few months left in office as November approaches, but let's take a look at some of the things we'll remember him for.
"If—" first appeared in the "Brother Square Toes" chapter of the book Rewards and Fairies, a collection of Kipling's poetry and short-story fiction published in 1910.In his posthumously published autobiography, Something of Myself (1937), Kipling said that, in writing the poem, he was inspired by the character of Leander Starr Jameson, [4] leader of the failed Jameson Raid against the South ...
'Tis the season to level up your life, and while everyone else is unwrapping another sweater they'll never wear, you could be unlocking skills that'll make 2025 your personal renaissance. These 22 ...
Their lessons scarcely done; We passed the fields of gazing grain, We passed the setting sun. We paused before a house that seemed A swelling of the ground; The roof was scarcely visible, The cornice but a mound. Since then 'tis centuries; but each Feels shorter than the day I first surmised the horses' heads Were toward eternity.