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But words are things, and a small drop of ink,That which makes thousands, perhaps millions think.
— Ink
But words are things, and a small drop of ink,That which makes thousands, perhaps millions think.
In the ink of our sweat we will find it yet, The song that is fit for men!
The ink of scholars (used in writing) is weighed on the Day of Judgement with the blood of martyrs and the ink of scholars outweighs the blood of martyrs.
The sky is now indelible ink,We love the lovely thunder.
A match as a penin Greece.
O, that her hand,Hard as the palm of ploughman.
Let there be gall enough in thy ink, though thou write with a goose-pen, no matter.
