This is adding insult to injuries.
I am rich beyond the dreams of avarice.
Oh, this pernicious vice of gaming!
I'll tell thee what it says; it calls me villain, a treacherous husband, a cruel father, a false brother; one lost to nature and her charities; or to say all in one short word, it calls me - Gamester.
Time, still as he flies, adds increase to her truth, and gives to her mind what he steals from her youth.
Shoemaker, stick to your last.
Written in blood - and Bigotry may swell. The sail he spreads for Heav'n with blasts from hell!
There's a lot of trouble with our youth. I've watched a couple of generations fail... It starts at home. There are children who don't have a father, or a father figure. They are primarily raised by women with no male role models.
I think when you're blessed with great influences, you need to spread it.
The noise and customer confusion following all the acquisitions is quieting down.
Tis now the summer of your youth: time has not cropped the roses from your cheek, though sorrow long has washed them.
T is now the summer of your youth. Time has not cropt the roses from your cheek, though sorrow long has washed them.
Beauty has wings, and too hastily flies, And love, unrewarded, soon sickens and dies.