Property left to a child may soon be lost; but the inheritance of virtue--a good name an unblemished reputation--will abide forever. If those who are toiling for wealth to leave their children, would but take half the pains to secure for them virtuous habits, how much more serviceable would they be. The largest property may be wrested from a child, but virtue will stand by him to the last.
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Property left to a child may soon be lost but the inheritance of virtue--a good name an unblemished reputation--will abide forever. If those who are toiling for wealth to leave their children, would but take half the pains to secure for them virtuous habits, how much more serviceable would they be. The largest property may be wrested from a child, but virtue will stand by him to the last.
quote by William Graham Sumner
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Property O My Property
property o my property
i use to be a man fine and witty
no cares in the world full of terimity
untill the heavens fell off my dad was murdered
and i was stranded with his property
property o my property
three flats into one, office, home and land what fun
rentals 6% home appreciation by 10%
money in black some in white
o my friends try and understand my plight
property o my property
some say it's worth 50 crs some say it's less
i use to be a free bird before
god knows how i landed up in this mess
brokers, dalla's, buyers and sellers
i have two houses still i am a lonely dweller
property o my property
what the hell to do with you
buy or sell take or give
now my life is not a life but a hell in which i live
property my property
o my dad's property
property o property o my dad's property
my well wishers say i cannot be trusted
to handle all this and i sure will be busted
so my friends you see my situation is dire
it's time like this that i feel i am walking on fire
property o property my dad's property
poem by Anuj Tikku
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Property
I'll be your fantasy, but I won't be your property
Love you eternally, but I'll never be your property
Love from me's not guaranteed
Just because you think I'm property
I can love you totally and still not be your property
Every girl and boy wants to grow up to be loved someday
And you can't wait to give your heart away
But it's like worship in their eyes walking down the aisle
When you slip on that ring, they start to treat you like a thing, yeah
I call it slavery when you call someone your property
Don't waste your vanity, I will never be your property
Something wonderful happens when people fall in love
Your happiness is all they're thinking of
But it's like "anything you say" 'til the wedding day
When they get it in ink, they start to tell you what to think, yeah
Darkest day in history when someone invented property
Cause of our misery is the constant lust for property
Since god began it, we've been dividing up the planet
When you see something you want it
You've got to put your name tag on it
And we go on carving, meanwhile half the world is starving
It's a crime .. hands off what is mine!
Take all you can 'til you slam on the parking brake
And you need space to make your own mistakes
But it's like "I won't hold you back" 'til the bags are packed
Then they're struttin' about like they own you inside out
I call it slavery (you can't make me a slave),
when you call someone your property
Don't waste your vanity (don't be so vain),
I will never be your property
Darkest day in history (why did you have to do a thing like that)
when someone invented property
Cause of our misery (misery, misery)
is the constant lust for property
song performed by by Todd Rundgren
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Don't Cry, Child
Don't cry, child
For children starving far away
For homeless people on the streets
Begging for change.
Don't cry, child
For those of us who have no dreams
Who live in dark holes
That we dig ourselves, laboriously - why?
Don't cry, child
For forgotten rainbows
Or melancholy rainstorms
For wispy clouds, always drifting away.
Don't cry, child
For who you are not
Or who you have been
For who you are.
Don't cry, child
For the last animal of it's kind
The mother who cannot feed her children
A planet in need.
Don't cry, child
When you stand on the edge of forever
And wish you could fly
And see the world at your fingertips.
Don't cry, child
For long-gone yesterdays
Or yearned-for tomorrows
Don't cry, child
For what you have done today
Forgive
Start a new day
Make it better than the last.
poem by Nina Dringo
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People recognize intellectual property the same way they recognize real estate. People understand what property is. But it's a new kind of property, and so the understanding uses new control surfaces. It uses a new way of defining the property.
quote by Michael Nesmith
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Forevermore A Child
When something is done so wrong.
Forevermore a child.
Age only on the outside.
Mentally forever young.
Needing to be taken care of everyday
She doesn't understand the adults.
She just plays with her toys.
Their the only thing left in her world.
A sickness created by evil.
A kind most don't want believe exists.
Out of sight, out of mind.
Locked away in prisons.
What will happen to this little girl?
Will it be a mental institution.
Will it be a nursing home.
Now property of the state.
Innocence in the heart she defines.
Even if she will be forever blind.
Not by her eyes, but in her head.
Some would say that a child that bared such trauma and abuse.
Are no longer of any use.
But she is not dead.
She lives on, not knowing of what the world has really become.
But of a make believe tea party in which she celebrates forevermore as a child.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Ch 07 On The Effects Of Education Story 02
A sage, instructing boys, said to them: ‘O darlings of your fathers, learn a trade because property and riches of the world are not to be relied upon; also silver and gold are an occasion of danger because either a thief may steal them at once or the owner spend them gradually; but a profession is a living fountain and permanent wealth; and although a professional man may lose riches, it does not matter because a profession is itself wealth and wherever he goes he will enjoy respect and sit in high places, whereas he who has no trade will glean crumbs and see hardships:
It is difficult to obey after losing dignity
And to bear violence from men after being caressed.
Once confusion arose in Damascus.
Everyone left his snug corner.
Learned sons of peasants
Became the veziers of padshahs.
Imbecile sons of the veziers
Went as mendicants to peasants.
If you wanted thy father’s inheritance, acquire his knowledge
Because this property of his may be spent in ten days.
My Brothers And Sisters
they take pride
that we are loved
and that we have been
strong in this love
among us until my father
and mother died
and after they were buried
the attorney
showed the last will
and testament.
that was the end of
the good relationship
brothers and sisters no more
when confronted with
different slices of inheritance
after all money and wealth
or property
become thicker
than blood.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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We're taking on Social Security as a property rights issue. We figure that every single American has an absolute property right interest in the fruits of his or her own labor. What I work for should be my property.
quote by Malcolm Wallop
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There exists a false aristocracy based on family name, property, and inherited wealth. But there likewise exists a true aristocracy based on intelligence, talent and virtue.
quote by Tom Robbins
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Virtue does not come from wealth, but. . . wealth, and every other good thing which men have. . . comes from virtue.
Investing Our Hearts
Do not mistake this love you see.
It is not yours to abuse like a piece of property.
Keep it respected,
And it will not neglect.
Take it for granted...
And from you it will have left!
Because it is given unconditionally...
Don't begin to attach conditions.
Or an exit it will find to leave.
As warm as it can get...
It can also begin to freeze.
Do not mistake this love you see.
It is not yours to abuse like a piece of property.
Another was allowed to touch it.
And squeezed it to see if it could bleed.
A renovation of that act took place...
To heal a damaging heartbreak it had to face.
And that was done,
To enable it to become ready again...
For someone selected to accept it.
Not dissect it from within.
Do not mistake this love you see.
It is not yours to abuse like a piece of property.
Enjoy it and in time it will be yours to keep!
That I promise.
Since what is felt for you is getting deep!
Do not mistake this love you see.
It is not yours to abuse like a piece of property.
And let's together increase the value,
Investing our hearts in its validity.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Legatee
In fair San Francisco a good man did dwell,
And he wrote out a will, for he didn't feel well.
Said he: 'It is proper, when making a gift,
To stimulate virtue by comforting thrift.'
So he left all his property, legal and straight,
To 'the cursedest rascal in all of the State.'
But the name he refused to insert, for, said he:
'Let each man consider himself legatee.'
In due course of time that philanthropist died,
And all San Francisco, and Oakland beside-
Save only the lawyers-came each with his claim,
The lawyers preferring to manage the same.
The cases were tried in Department Thirteen,
Judge Murphy presided, sedate and serene,
But couldn't quite specify, legal and straight,
The cursedest rascal in all of the State.
And so he remarked to them, little and big-
To claimants: 'You skip!' and to lawyers: 'You dig!'
They tumbled, tumultuous, out of his court
And left him victorious, holding the fort.
'Twas then that he said: 'It is plain to my mind
This property's ownerless-how can I find
The cursedest rascal in all of the State?'
So he took it himself, which was legal and straight.
poem by Ambrose Bierce
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Is virtue a thing remote? I wish to be virtuous, and lo! Virtue is at hand.
Age Old Celebration!
Let it be certain:
these excesses and inequities
the avarice and immorality
perceived atop the surface
none have tarnished a single living soul.
Virtue charity
the unshakeable core of compassion and good will – these
reflections of the soul stand apart from the ills of the age.
I see no woman man or child
in any caste corner ranking or employment
who does not have access to this living fortune.
The wealth of human inheritance is widely
available to all!
Never in any instance is there a single being
ill equipped to recognize truth!
Every last pairing of ears and eyes,
whether deaf or blind,
remains receptive to the Divine Ideal.
And dare I say:
never has there been a more exciting time to live!
Never has the future been so open!
Never have the possibilities of man been so limitless!
Every man his own Authority!
Every woman her own master!
Every child the purveyor of their own dream!
The rights of the people endowed to all corporations!
And to every person the immutable voice,
omnipotent power of God!
For we are not as far gone
as even we ourselves
would like to believe
we've entrenched our sense of self
our joys
our life's worth
our sense of progress
into industry material goods and wealth
Through trial and error we've reached realization!
To learn the errant ways
we ourselves had to become the errors
Yet through it all
the errors have always remained
apart from our true selves.
poem by Gregory Allen Uhan
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Is virtue a thing remote I wish to be virtuous, and lo Virtue is at hand.
Of the unjust rights which in virtue of this ceremony an iniquitous law gives me over the person and property of another, I cannot legally, but I can morally, divest myself.
quote by Robert Dale Owen
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You're Like a Child
You're an idiot, that's for sure
You'll never learn
You're a dumbass
That won't ever change
And through you have a grown man's body
Through you claim to be so very macho
You're like a child
You sit and waste away
You don't know what a job is
You don't ever wanna leave your mama's home
And crybaby all I want for you to know is
You're like a child
You don't know what a job is
You don't wanna ever leave your mama's home
All I want for you to know is
Your constant clinging to my purse strings brings me to tears
Even after all these years
And it pains me to have to put up with you
I know you too damn well
And through you look like a grown man
Through you claim to be so very macho
You're like a child
You sit and waste away
You don't know what a job is
You don't ever wanna leave your mama's home
And crybaby all I want you to know is
You're like a child
You sit and waste away
You don't know what a job is
You don't ever wanna leave your mama's home
All I want for you to know is
It's not that I wanna say goodbye
It's just time that you try to grow up
Stand on your own
Each and every single day you know
You're going to have to eventually move away
And through you look like a grown man
And through you claim to be ever so very macho
I know deep down
You're just scared
That through life you won't make it on your own
You're like a child
You sit and waste away
You don't know what a job is
You don't ever wanna leave your mama's home
And crybaby all I want you to know is
You don't what a job is
You don't ever leave your mama's home
All I want you to know is
You're like a child
You sit and waste away
You don't know what a job is
You don't ever wanna leave your mama's home
And crybaby all I want you to know is
You're like a child
You sit and waste away
You don't know what a job is
You don't ever wanna leave your mama's home
All I want you to know is
You're like a child
You sit and waste away
You don't know what a job is
You don't ever wanna leave your mama's home
And crybaby all I want you to know is
You're like a child
You sit and waste away
You don't know what a job is
You don't ever wanna leave your mama's home
All I want for you to know is
(You're Like A Child-Parody of Nelly F's I'm Like A Bird/2007)
poem by Ramona Thompson
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The English language is nobody's special property. It is the property of the imagination: it is the property of the language itself.
quote by Derek Walcott
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