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Quote #128
He who shall hurt the little wren Shall never bebeloved by men.
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A dog starved at his master's gate Predicts the ruin of the state.
A truth that's told with bad intent Beats all the lies you can invent.
A robin redbreast in a cage Puts all Heaven in a rage.
Man was made for joy and woe, And when this we rightly know Through the world we safely go.
To see a World in a Grain of Sand And a Heaven in a Wild Flower, Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand And Eternity in an hour.
Every tear from every eye Becomes a babe in eternity.
For a tear is an intellectual thing, And a sigh is the sword of an Angel King, And the bitter groan of the martyr's woe Is an arrow from th…
He who shall teach the child to doubt The rotting grave shall ne'er get out.
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