These little things are great to little man.
Hope is such a bait, it covers any hook.
At this every lady drew up her mouth as if going to pronounce the letter P.
O Luxury! thou curst by Heaven's decree.
Thou best-humour'd man with the worst-humour'd muse.
Handsome is that handsome does.
Seeks painted trifles and fantastic toys,And eagerly pursues imaginary joys.
Think nought a trifle, though it small appear;Small sands the mountain, moments make the year.
A trifle makes a dream, a trifle breaks.
He that despiseth small things will perish by little and little.
The soft droppes of raine perce the hard Marble, many strokes overthrow the tallest Oke.
Trifles, light as air.
What dire offence from amorous causes springs,What mighty contests rise from trivial things.
And many strokes, though with a little axe,Hew down and fell the hardest-timber'd oak.
Little drops of water, little grains of sandMake the mighty ocean, and the pleasant land.
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