More quotes by Henry Vaughan
Quickly would I make my path even,
And by mere playing go to heaven.
Those observations are but foul,
Which make me wise to lose my soul.
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Reading maketh a full man; conference a ready man; and writing an exact man.
The free-lance writer is a man who is paid per piece or per word or perhaps.
Three sleepless nights I passed in sounding on,
Through words and things, a dim and perilous way.
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