Good name in man and woman, dear my lord, Is the immediate jewel of their souls Who steals my purse steals trash 'tis something, nothing 'Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands But he that filches from me my good name Robs me of that which not enriches him And makes me poor indeed.
quote by William Shakespeare
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Hope Steals In
Hope steals in
Through the largest of cracks
It makes silver from tin
And nothing feels to lack.
Hope steals in
Through the stormiest of clouds
It lets light shine in,
And makes the quiet, loud.
Hope steals in
Through he darkest of night
It kicks bedtime haunts in the shin
And ends a scary plight.
Hope steals in
Through all troubles met in life
It helps you once again begin
And resist everlasting strife.
poem by Margaret Everard
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Wasted Effort
Who steals my purse steals only trash.
My credit cards are all maxed out
I have no job I have no cash
so sadly he must do without.
The goodies that he hoped to buy
at my expense or so he thought.
The fix he needed to get high.
All of his effort gone for naught
The truth is I’m completely broke.
No job, no home, no family.
I hope that he can see the joke
that fate has played on him and me.
He thought to gain but he did not.
What have I lost—not a lot
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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War on depression
Depression is a fight
Or a flight
Depression is a theif
That should be locked up
Depression steals...
Happiness
Motivation
Sleep
Your appetite
It steals your view on life
It steals how you view yourself
Sometimes it even steals your life
poem by Ferret Girl
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Hes A Thief
He steals hearts and he steals my kisses
He stole away my love
He steals my thoughts
And now it seems
He stole into my dreams
Cos hes a thief , oh
Hes a thief
Hes a thief
Hes got me ensnared in his clutches
His love does not seem real
Hes got me there , in solitaire
His love is made of steel
But hes a thief , oh yeah
Hes a thief , oh
Hes a thief
I locked my heart and threw away the key
But hes knocked once and open sesame
He steals hearts and he steals my kisses
He stole away my love
He steals my thoughts
And now it seems
He stole into my dreams
But hes a thief
Oh, hes a thief
Hes a thief ( fadeout)
song performed by by Bee Gees
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He who steals a little steals with the same wish as he who steals much, but with less power.
And Yet It Is A Gentle Art
(Parody is a genre frowned upon by your professors
of literature... And yet it is a gentle art-
'The Point of View' in May _Scribner's_.)
A sweet disorder in the verse
That never looks behind
Shall profit not who steals my purse,
Let joy be unconfined!
How vainly men themselves amaze!
The stars began to blink,
An art that there were few to praise,
Nor any dropp to drink.
O sleep, it is a blessed thing
Which I must ne'er enjoy!
There never was a fairer spring
Than when I was a boy.
One fond embrace and then we part!
Good-by, my lover, good-by!
And yet it is a gentle art,
Which nobody can deny.
poem by Franklin P. Adams
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The black man steals just half of very little, but the white man steals the whole sugar plantation.
The rich man who gives, steals twice over. First he steals the money and then the hearts of men.
quote by Edvard Munch
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Duke of Venice: The robb'd that smiles steals something from the thief;
He robs himself that spends a bootless grief.
line from Othello, Act I, Scene 3 by William Shakespeare (1603)
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WHO never eat with tears his bread,
Who never through night's heavy hours
Sat weeping on his lonely bed,--
He knows you not, ye heavenly powers!
Through you the paths of life we gain,
Ye let poor mortals go astray,
And then abandon them to pain,--
E'en here the penalty we pay,
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WHO gives himself to solitude,
Soon lonely will remain;
Each lives, each loves in joyous mood,
And leaves him to his pain.
Yes! leave me to my grief!
Were solitude's relief
E'er granted me,
Alone I should not be.
A lover steals, on footstep light,
To learn if his love's alone;
Thus o'er me steals, by day and night,
Anguish before unknown,
Thus o'er me steals deep grief.
Ah, when I find relief
Within the tomb so lonely,
Will rest be met with only!
poem by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
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It Is An Insult
Man steals things; things have no role
And hence are spared. Man steals a wife;
She has a role to play and yet is spared
As if a property, which woman must object..
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Lord, I give you all my praise. (To the tune of down at the cross)
O Lord, My God, I give you all my praise
You have cared for me all my days
You have comfort and strengthen me
Lord, I give you all my praise.
Yes, God has been good to me.
God has been so good to me.
Yes, God has been good to me.
Lord, I give you all my praise.
O’ Lord, My God, to you I lift my hand
You will bless me right where I stand
You will guide me along the way
Lord, I give you all my praise.
Yes, God has been good to me.
God has been so good to me.
Yes God has been good to me.
Lord, I give you all my praise.
O Lord My God to you I sing my praise
I surrender and beg for your grace
Please O’ Lord, forgive all my sins.
Lord, I give you all my praise.
Yes, God has been good to me.
God has been so good to me.
Yes God has been good to me.
Lord, I give you all my praise.
O Lord, my God I need your help today
Please send some aid quickly my way
Problems are so bad I can hardly pray
Lord, I give you all my praise.
Yes, God has been good to me.
God has been so good to me.
Yes, God has been good to me.
Lord, I give you all my praise.
O Lord, My God, thanks for all you have done
You have empowered me to overcome
Now, I can claim my battle as won
Lord, I give you all my praise.
Yes God has been good to me.
God has been so good me.
Yes God has been good to me.
Lord, I give you all my praise.
poem by Reginald Walker
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Sonnet: What If Death Comes!
A lot of faces known to me are gone,
Including near and dear ones, friends and foes!
I wonder if I would exist till dawn!
Bereavements add to personal grief and woes.
The list grows bigger as I turn older!
Some faces new become acquainted too;
With time, our earthly life appears colder;
When Death souls steals, what earthlings poor can do?
None know when death takes off another soul;
Our state of grace is always important;
Preparing soul for heaven is our goal;
No earthly job is more significant.
Good Christians never fear their time of death,
With faith in God unshakeable since birth!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 3-19-2006
poem by John Celes
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Wild Flowers
Poor girl, no ma
Nothing much to speak of but a rough diamond
Sleep now and your angels will come, dear
Poor matilda
Handcuffed to the wheel
And steering wildly
Through love's fields, so blindly
Forever only takes its toll on some
But, tonight you're sleeping alone without him
Tonight you're sleeping alone without him
And everything went up in smoke like wildflowers
Wildflowers, dear
Poor girl, lonely
Shuffles through the parade
Of a sleepless circus serenade
Hold on, dear
Poor girl, no ma
Sister steals her a coat
For the windless breezes
Sleep now and jesus will come, dear
Forever only takes it's toll on some
But, tonight you're sleeping alone without him
Tonight you're sleeping alone without him
And everything went up in smoke like wild flowers
Wildflowers, dear
song performed by by Ryan Adams
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If a rich man steals it is a mistake; if a poor man makes a mistake he has stolen.
Black Eyed Girl
Once had a woman I used to watch her walk
Said I once had a woman I used to watch her talk
Yes I once had a woman in my heart in my mind
You know the kind
Once saw my woman with another man
Once saw my woman take a hold of his hand
Said I once saw my woman in my heart in my mind
Ooh Lord she was a mean kind
She was a good woman yeah
Nothing wrong with her
A little bit wild but all right
Now I'm older
I'm real good at tellin lies
But I'll never forget her no no
Even in my heart even in my mind
Black eyed girl of mine
She was a black eyed girl of mine
Shes so good
She's still free comin after you
yeah
song performed by by Bob Seger
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A good composer does not imitate; he steals.
quote by Igor Stravinsky
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A Woman Left Lonely
A woman left lonely will soon grow tired of waiting,
Shell do crazy things, yeah, on lonely occasions.
A simple conversation for the new men now and again
Makes a touchy situation when a good face come into your head.
And when she gets lonely, shes thinking bout her man,
She knows hes taking her for granted, yeah yeah,
Honey, she doesnt understand, no no no no!
Well, the fevers of the night, they burn an unloved woman
Yeah, those red-hot flames try to push old love aside.
A woman left lonely, shes the victim of her man, yes she is.
When he cant keep up his own way, good lord,
Shes got to do the best that she can, yeah!
A woman left lonely, lord, that lonely girl,
Lord, lord, lord!
song performed by by Janis Joplin
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Good-bye
Good-bye! -- 'tis like a churchyard bell -- good-bye!
Poor weeping eyes! Poor head, bowed down with woe!
Kiss me again, dear love, before you go.
Ah, me, how fast the precious moments fly!
Good-bye! Good-bye!
We are like mourners when they stand and cry
At open grave in wintry wind and rain.
Yes, it is death. But you shall rise again --
Your sun return to this benighted sky.
Good-bye! Good-bye!
The great physician, Time, shall pacify
This parting anguish with another friend.
Your heart is broken now, but it will mend.
Though it is death, yet still you will not die.
Good-bye! Good-bye!
Dear heart! dear eyes! dear tongue, that cannot lie!
Your love is true, your grief is deep and sore;
But love will pass -- then you will grieve no more.
New love will come. Your tears will soon be dry.
Good-bye! Good-bye!
poem by Ada Cambridge
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