Like warmed-up cabbage served at each repast, The repetition kills the wretch at last.
Anger may repast with thee for an hour, but not repose for a night;
the continuance of anger is hatred, the continuance of hatred turns malice.
A sumptuous dwelling the rich man hath.
And dainty is his repast; but remember that luxury's prodigal hand keeps the furnace of toil in blast.
Last Update: January, 2020