The covetous man heaps up riches, not to enjoy them, But to have them.
The covetous man heaps up riches, not to enjoy them, But to have them.
I've neither fame nor power nor wealth,
I fish and hunt for food;
But I have heaps of rugged health,
And life seems mighty good.
Still on Israel's head forlorn, Every nation heaps its scorn.
Definitely, it's got me to where I am and I'm going to be playing my game on Boxing Day. I'm just going to have heaps of fun with it.
Lo, what huge heaps of littleness around!
The rustling of the silk is discontinued, Dust drifts over the courtyard, There is not sound of footfall, and the leaves Scurry into heaps and lie still, And she the rejoicer of the heart is beneath them A wet leaf that clings to the threshold.
The unsunn'd heaps Of miser's treasure.
I tried for a while to be an agricultural worker and was hopelessly bored. To me it was meaningless. I would stand around in heaps of manure and sings about the beauty of the work I wasn't doing.
Irregularity and want of method are only supportable in men of great learning or genius, who are often too full to be exact, and therefore they choose to throw down their pearls in heaps before the reader, rather than be at the pains of stringing them.
Even Kings and emperors with heaps of wealth and vast dominion cannot compare with an ant filled with the love of God.
Boring. 730 games are so late, and we're on our own until pre-game meal. We just watch TV, usually go for a walk, stretch a little bit. Watch more TV. The older guys give us a little advice about how to deal with the road. Matt Reis and Jay Heaps are always giving us advice.
The reason why the world lacks unity, and lies broken and in heaps, is, because man is disunited with himself.
To see and to be seen, in heaps they run Some to undo, and some to be undone.
And it was only released in London last week, so when I go back to England Monday or whatever, I am expecting heaps of adulation. I'm hoping there is. If that doesn't happen I will be disappointed.
Digging deep foundations, the walls are constructed, but in the end, the buildings return to heaps of dust.
Of the crow-blue mussel shells, one keeps adjusting the ash heaps opening and shutting itself like an injured fan.
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