The man who has not anything to boast of but his illustrious ancestors is like a potato,--the only good belonging to him is under ground.
| Topic: Ancestry Author: Sir Thomas Overbury She makes her hand hard with labour, and her heart soft with pity: and when winter evenings fall early , she sings a defiance to the giddy wheel of fortune . . . and fears no manner of ill because she means none. | Topic: Songs Author: Sir Thomas Overbury 1 |
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