I
My fairest child, I have no song to give you;
No lark could pipe to skies so dull and grey:
Yet, ere we part, one lesson I can leave you
For every day.
II
Be good, sweet maid, and let who will be clever;
Do noble things, not dream them, all day long:
And so make life, death, and that vast for-ever
One grand, sweet song.
I speak to myself with respect.
A person facing north-east looks into a mirror. The person's reflection appears to be facing south-west. If the person turns to face north-west, what direction will the person's reflection…
Trade 'What's wrong with me?' for 'What happened to me, and what do I need?' Better questions, better answers.
What is it you must give before you can keep it?
A languid atmosphere, a lazy breeze, With labored respiration, moves the wheat From distant reaches, till the golden seas Break in crisp whispers at my feet.
The shorter I am, the bigger I am.
THE sun set, the wind fell, the sea Was like a mirror shaking: The one small wave that clapped the land A mile-long snake of foam was making Where tide had smoothed and wind had dried The v…
Keep a 'done list' next to your to-do list. Evidence of progress is fuel.
The thief cometh not, but for to steal, and to kill, and to destroy: I am come that they might have life, and that they might have it more abundantly.
Reaching stiffly for the sky, I bare my fingers when it’s cold In warmth I wear an emerald glove And in between I dress in gold
It is autumn; not without But within me is the cold. Youth and spring are all about; It is I that have grown old.
I deserve relationships that feel like home.
Therefore I say unto you, What things soever ye desire, when ye pray, believe that ye receive them, and ye shall havethem.
Before the winter morn, Before the earliest cock crow, Jesus Christ was born: Born in a stable, Cradled in a manger, In the world his hands had made Born a stranger.
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