The rain has spoiled the farmer's day;
Shall sorrow put my books away?
Thereby are two days lost:
Nature shall mind her own affairs,
I will attend my proper cares,
In rain, or sun, or frost.
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If you pick up a starving dog and make him prosperous, he will not bite you; that is the principal difference between a dog and a man.
by John Vance Cheney
Thanks to you, sun and moon and star,
And you, blue level with no cloud, —
Thanks to you, splendors from afar,
For a high heart, a neck unbowed.
Thanks to you, wind, sent to and fro,