May you have warm words on a cold evening,
A full moon on a dark night,
And the road downhill all the way to your door.
May you live to be a hundred years,
With one extra year to repent!
May the curse of Mary Malone and her nine blind illegitimate children chase you so far over the hills of Damnation that the Lord himself can't find you with a telescope.
The future is not set, there is no fate but what we make for ourselves.
Two shorten the road.
It is the good horse that draws its own cart.
It's easy to halve the potato where there's love.
Your feet will bring you where your heart is.
Always remember to forget
The friends that proved untrue.
But never forget to remember
Those that have stuck by you.
'Tis better to buy a small bouquet
And give to your friend this very day,
Than a bushel of roses white and red
To lay on his coffin after he's dead.
If you lie down with dogs you'll rise with fleas.
Do not resent growing old. Many are denied the privilege.
Do not mistake a goat's beard for a fine stallion's tail.
There is often the look of an angel on the Devil himself.
The work praises the man.
The mills of God grind slowly but they grind finely.
Need teaches a plan.
Everyone is wise till he speaks.
Firelight will not let you to read fine stories but it will warm you and you won't see the dust on the floor.
A full moon on a dark night,
And the road downhill all the way to your door.
May you live to be a hundred years,
With one extra year to repent!
May the curse of Mary Malone and her nine blind illegitimate children chase you so far over the hills of Damnation that the Lord himself can't find you with a telescope.
The future is not set, there is no fate but what we make for ourselves.
Two shorten the road.
It is the good horse that draws its own cart.
It's easy to halve the potato where there's love.
Your feet will bring you where your heart is.
Always remember to forget
The friends that proved untrue.
But never forget to remember
Those that have stuck by you.
'Tis better to buy a small bouquet
And give to your friend this very day,
Than a bushel of roses white and red
To lay on his coffin after he's dead.
If you lie down with dogs you'll rise with fleas.
Do not resent growing old. Many are denied the privilege.
Do not mistake a goat's beard for a fine stallion's tail.
There is often the look of an angel on the Devil himself.
The work praises the man.
The mills of God grind slowly but they grind finely.
Need teaches a plan.
Everyone is wise till he speaks.
Firelight will not let you to read fine stories but it will warm you and you won't see the dust on the floor.
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