If you borrow some chaff from the rich man you have to repay him with wheat.
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Newspaper editors are men who separate the wheat from the chaff, and then print the chaff.
quote by Adlai Stevenson
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An editor is someone who separates the wheat from the chaff and then prints the chaff.
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Editor: a person employed by a newspaper, whose business it is to separate the wheat from the chaff, and to see that the chaff is printed.
quote by Elbert Hubbard
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Editor a person employed by a newspaper, whose business it is to separate the wheat from the chaff, and to see that the chaff is printed.
quote by Elbert Hubbard
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Editor: a person employed on a newspaper whose business it is to seperate the wheat from the chaff, and to see that the chaff is printed.
quote by Elbert Hubbard
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Waiting On The Wheat Harvest
as you sow brothers sisters so you wheat harvest reap
as a grain of wheat dies germinates bears fruit to heap
Jesus will completely clean up threshing floor gather his wheat
chaff he will burn up with unquenchable fire hell suffering heat
an enemy came in over sowed weeds in among seed wheat
reapers harvest collect weeds burn them saving only wheat
Satan demands sifts men as wheat to blow away in sifting wind
Son of man will send angels to gather chosen ones from ill wind
a grain of wheat falls into the ground dies then bears fruit new life
so hate soul temptation in this world safeguard soul for eternal life
poem by Terence George Craddock
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A poet ought not to pick nature's pocket. Let him borrow, and so borrow as to repay by the very act of borrowing. Examine nature accurately, but write from recollection, and trust more to the imagination than the memory.
quote by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
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Who sows wheat with the devil will get its chaff.
As you get older, you find that often the wheat, disentangling itself from the chaff, comes out to meet you.
quote by Gwendolyn Brooks
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As threshing separates the wheat from the chaff, so does affliction purify virtue.
quote by Christian Nestell Bovee
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Men who borrow their opinions can never repay their debts.
quote by Edward F. Halifax
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Oh Earth
To the nobles of Yahdah and Yerusalem,
Seventeen Shekels of silver for my bride;
For the virgin will rejoice in a dance like the Gaelic Scotland.
To the ancestral spirits and to the lake of love,
And like a well-watered garden of love!
But i paid seventeen Shekels of silver for my bride.
Of sacrifices offered to the dead when,
People are led by Satan in this world!
And my heart is broken inside for what i do see around me.
What is the chaff compared to the wheat?
For they are hanged in broad day light;
And to the grave of the rich and the poor people,
But the virgin will rejoice in a a dance like the Gaelic Scotland.
Earth, man, beast and the heavens! !
What is the chaff compared to the wheat?
And fromYerusalem to Babylon,
With contemporary polytheisms to crown the day!
To the grave of the common people and the grave of the great,
You will fall and rise no more oh pirates! !
And like the post-mortem status of the individual,
But with the story of your life in Egypt for 430 years!
Bloomed by the wind and loved by the people,
I am like a leaf floating around you in the air;
But the butterflies do know my name,
For the licentious feasts of lust and sexual excess is not part of my muse.
A cry from Abarim! !
But oh earth, can you understand what i am saying?
And like a pain of a woman in labour,
But drink and be drunk and vomit it out!
For what is coming against you is surely around you.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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With A Wish To Repay The Betrayer
It's something to be thumbed up,
With a dump done.
Heart thumping with a lumping.
Heart thumping with a lumping.
It hard to overcome,
A shunning that stuns.
Heart thumping with a lumping.
Heart thumping with a lumping.
With a wish to repay the betrayer!
Gritting teeth with a bit of anger in it.
And a wish to repay the betrayer.
Leaving lips bitten with no anger of it hidden.
And a wish to repay the betrayer.
Feeling overheated with paypack needed.
With a wish to repay the betrayer.
Emotions come with nowhere to run.
With a wish to repay the betrayer.
Oh...my, my!
Heart thumping with a lumping.
Heart thumping with a lumping.
With a wish to repay the betrayer.
It's something to be thumbed up,
With a dump done.
Heart thumping with a lumping.
Heart thumping with a lumping.
With a wish to repay the betrayer.
With a wish to repay the betrayer.
Oh...my, my!
Heart thumping with a lumping.
Heart thumping with a lumping.
With a wish to repay the betrayer.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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When I Borrow
I borrow some blue from the sky,
Pour them on my sadness
And living becomes joy!
I borrow some laughter from the spring,
Rub them over my face
And returns my happiness!
I borrow a little of the tree's selflessness
Plant them in my heart
And living becomes caring for others!
I borrow some radiance of the sun,
Store them in my eyes
And all darkness is illumined!
poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay
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Impulsive!
Impulsive!
I try my best not to be.
But I am teased by temptation.
And I sometimes easily submit.
Believing I can handle it.
Even at my own expense.
Impulsive!
Again.
And not a bit of guilt,
Accompanies it when I crave.
Although on some days...
I wish those cravings would come,
When I can afford them on my own...
And not borrow to repay a loan.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Sower
With sanguine looks
And rolling walk
Among the rooks
He loved to stalk,
While on the land
With gusty laugh
From a full hand
He scattered chaff.
Now that within
His spirit sleeps
A harvest thin
The sickle reaps;
But the dumb fields
Desire his tread,
And no earth yields
A wheat more red.
poem by Sir Henry Newbolt
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Sonnet
Love bends over a yellow stalk of wheat,
Hope shields these grains her seed, sowed, eyes
Corn poppies pearl-black the inset stars discreet,
Worm eaten flowers, caste-up†a moment’s prize!
The sparkling cross pollination of souls and minds
Of hearts cool, hot, tepid, passionate, tears assigned:
These aren’t the sting, swollen, eruptions†she reminds.
Each bursting bloom a blood vessel, newly; entwined:
But gaze not blindly men at women’s true honest preserve
It’s God’s worn-out labour here on mother earth, cherished
The brashest of bees can dance and thrash their verve
And like the kneeling Sheppard raise all... the perished.
As the yolk of a flower is but a set, weed!
So he the father must chaff-out the wheat from the seed.
poem by Mark Heathcote
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