Sleep is that golden chain that ties health and our bodies together.
From Thomas Dekker
Golden slumbers kiss your eyes, Smiles awake you when you rise.
The calmest husbands make the stormiest wives.
A mask of gold hides all deformities.
This principle is old, but true as fate, Kings may love treason, but the traitor hate.
Age is like love, it cannot be hid.
This age thinks better of a gilded fool Than of a threadbare saint in wisdom's school.
Were there no women, men might live like gods.
Cast away care, he that loves sorrow Lengthens not a day, nor can buy tomorrow; Money is trash, and he that will spend it, Let him drink merrily, fortune will send it.
Arguments, like children, should be like the subject that begets them.
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