72 ordspråk av Sir Thomas More
Sir Thomas More
Plants that wake when others sleep. Timid jasmine buds that keep their fragrance to themselves all day, but when the sunlight dies away let the delicious secret out to every breeze that roams about.
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Romantic love is an illusion. Most of us discover this truth at the end of a love affair or else when the sweet emotions of love lead us into marriage and then turn down their flames.
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Romantic love is an illusion. Most of us discover this truth at the end of a love affair or else when the sweet emotions of love lead us into marriage and then turn down their flames.
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She is far from the land where her young hero sleeps, / And lovers are round her, sighing:/ But coldly she turns from their gaze, and weeps, / For her heart in his grave is lying.
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Some flow'rets of Eden ye still inherit, / But the trail of the serpent is over them all!
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The devil - the prowde spirit - cannot endure to be mocked
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The harp that once through Tara's halls / The soul of music shed, / Now hangs as mute as Tara's walls / As if that soul were fled.
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The heart that has truly loved never forgets, But as truly loves on to the close
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The light, that lies In woman's eyes, Has been my heart's undoing
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The Minstrel Boy to the war is gone, / In the ranks of death you'll find him; / His father's sword he has girded on, / And his wild harp slung behind him.
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The ordinary acts we practice every day at home are of more importance to the soul than their simplicity might suggest.
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The way to Heaven out of all places is of like length and distance
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Then awake! the heavens look bright, my dear; / 'Tis never too late for delight, my dear;/ And the best of all ways / To lengthen our days / Is to steal a few hours from the night, my dear!
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There is nothing half so sweet in life as love's young dreams
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They have no lawyers among them for they consider them as a sort of people whose profession it is to disguise matters
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