Fearfulness, contrary to all other vices, maketh a man think the better of another, the worse of himself.
Fearfulness, contrary to all other vices, maketh a man think the better of another, the worse of himself.
The drop of rain maketh a hole in the stone, not by violence, but by oft falling.
It is the mind that maketh good of ill, that maketh wretch or happy, rich or poor.
Sudden glory is the passion which maketh those grimaces called laughter.
Reading maketh a full man; conference a ready man; and writing an exact man.
Great is our Lord, and of great power his understanding is infinite. The LORD lifteth up the meek he casteth the wicked down to the ground. Sing unto the LORD with thanksgiving sing praise upon the harp unto our God Who covereth the heaven with clouds, who prepareth rain for the earth, who maketh grass to grow upon the mountains.
It is the mind that maketh good or ill, That maketh wretch or happy, rich or poor.
A merry heart maketh a cheerful countenance.
Every child is born with a disposition towards the natural religion (Islam - submission to the Divine Will). It is the parents who maketh it a Jew, Christian or a Magian.
A faithful man shall abound with blessings but he that maketh haste to be rich shall not be innocent.
And not only so, but we glory in tribulations also knowing that tribulation worketh patience And patience, experience and experience, hope And hope maketh not ashamed because the love of God is shed abroad in our hearts by the Holy Ghost which is given unto us.
A hard beginning maketh a good ending.
For as the rain cometh down, and the snow from heaven, and returneth not thither, but watereth the earth, and maketh it bring forth and bud, that it may give seed to the sower, and bread to the eater So shall my word be that goeth forth out of my mouth it shall not return unto me void, but it shall accomplish that which I please, and it shall prosper in the thing whereto I sent it.
A feast is made for laughter, and wine maketh merry But money answereth all things.
Our erected wit maketh us to know what perfection is.
And as for me, thogh that I can but lyte, On bakes for to rede I me delyte, And to hem yeve I feyth and ful credence, And in myn herte have hem in reverence So hertely, that ther is game noon, That fro my bokes maketh me to goon, But hit be seldom, on the holyday Save, certeynly, when that the month of May Is comen, and that I here the foules singe, And that the floures ginnen for to springe, Farwel my book and my devocion.
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