He that composes himself is wiser than he that composes music.
Nine Epigrams from Poor Richard
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Truth is bitter but a lie is savoury at times.
Who lies down with dogs rises up with fleas.
Three can keep a secret if two are dead.
Wedlock, as old Men note, hath likened been, Unto a publick Crowd or common Rout; Where those that are without would fain get in, And those that are within would fain get out. [ ... ]
- by Benjamin Franklin (1706 - 1790) [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]
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Sally laughs at everything you say. Why? Because she has fine teeth.
Here comes Glib-Tongue who can outflatter a dedication and lie like ten epitaphs.
People wrapped up in themselves make small packages.
Happy the nation, fortunate the age, whose history is not diverting.