For every inch that is not fool is rogue.
For every inch that is not fool is rogue.
Never was patriot yet, but was a fool.
In squandering wealth was his peculiar art Nothing went unrewarded, but desert. Beggard by fools, whom still he found too late H had his jest, and they had his estate.
For secrets are edged tools, And must be kept from children and from fools.
Fool that I was, upon my eagle's wings I bore this wren, till I was tired with soaring, and now he mounts above me.
Love works a different way in different minds, the fool it enlightens and the wise it blinds.
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© 2020 Inspirational Stories