'Tis now the summer of your youth: time has not cropped the roses from your cheek, though sorrow long has washed them.
'Tis now the summer of your youth: time has not cropped the roses from your cheek, though sorrow long has washed them.
I'll tell thee what it says it calls me villain, a treacherous husband, a cruel father, a false brother one lost to nature and her charities or to say all in one short word, it calls me - Gamester.
I am rich beyond the dreams of avarice.
Ay, rail at gaming - 'tis a rich topic, and affords noble declamation. Go, preach against it in the city - you'll find a congregation in every tavern.
I think when you're blessed with great influences, you need to spread it.
But from the hoop's bewitching round, Her very shoe has power to wound.
The maid who modestly conceals Her beauties, while she hides, reveals Give but a glimpse, and fancy draws Whate'er the Grecian Venus was.
Written in blood - and Bigotry may swell. The sail he spreads for Heav'n with blasts from hell
Can't I another's face commend, And to her virtues be a friend, But instantly your forehead lowers, As if her merit lessen'd yours.
Time, still as he flies, adds increase to her truth, and gives to her mind what he steals from her youth.
There's a lot of trouble with our youth. I've watched a couple of generations fail... . It starts at home. There are children who don't have a father, or a father figure. They are primarily raised by women with no male role models.
Labour for his pains.
There's been some disappointment in the database business in the last few quarters. It's important that growth accelerates again.
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