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From hence, let fierce contending nations know,What dire effects from civil discord flow.
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From hence, let fierce contending nations know,What dire effects from civil discord flow.
As you sow y' are like to reap.
The thorns which I have reap'd are of the treeI should have known what fruit would spring from such a seed.
O! lady, we receive but what we give,Ours is her wedding-garment, ours her shroud!
It is the common fate of the indolent to see their rights become a prey to the active. The condition upon which God hath given liberty to man is eternal vigilance, which condition if he break, servitude is at once the consequence of his crime, and the punishment of his guilt.
From little spark may burst a mighty flame.
Consequences are unpitying. Our deeds carry their terrible consequences, quite apart from any fluctuations that went before—consequences that are hardly ever confined to ourselves.
A bad ending follows a bad beginning.
So comes a reck'ning when the banquet's o'er,The dreadful reck'ning, and men smile no more.
That from small fires comes oft no small mishap.
They have sown the wind, and they shall reap the whirlwind.
As to the logical consequences of this conviction of mine, I may be permitted to remark that logical consequences are the scarecrows of fools and the beacons of wise men.
By their fruits ye shall know them.
All this is not the result of accident. It has a philosophical cause. Without the Constitution and the Union, we could not have attained the result; but even these, are not the primary cause of our great prosperity.
What dire offence from am'rous causes springs,What mighty contests rise from trivial things.
Whoso diggeth a pit shall fall therein.
If a man will make a purchase of a chance, he must abide by the consequences.
Contentions fierce,Ardent, and dire, spring from no petty cause.
Great floods have flownFrom simple sources.
Is not this a lamentable thing, that of the skin of an innocent lamb should be made parchment? that parchment, being scribbled o'er, should undo a man?
Striving to better, oft we mar what's well.
Things bad begun make strong themselves by ill.
O most lame and impotent conclusion!
Every unpunished delinquency has a family of delinquencies.
The evening shows the day, and death crowns life.
The Fates are just: they give us but our own;Nemesis ripens what our hands have sown.
The blood will follow where the knife is driven,The flesh will quiver where the pincers tear.
