Little drops of water, little grains of sandMake the mighty ocean, and the pleasant land.
At every trifle scorn to take offence;That always shows great pride or little sense.
These little things are great to little man.
And many strokes, though with a little axe,Hew down and fell the hardest-timber'd oak.
He that despiseth small things will perish by little and little.
Seeks painted trifles and fantastic toys,And eagerly pursues imaginary joys.
What dire offence from amorous causes springs,What mighty contests rise from trivial things.
Think nought a trifle, though it small appear;Small sands the mountain, moments make the year.
The soft droppes of raine perce the hard Marble, many strokes overthrow the tallest Oke.
A snapper-up of unconsidered trifles.
For the maintenance of peace, nations should avoid the pin-pricks which forerun cannon-shots.
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