Our years Glide silently away. No tears, No loving orisons repair The wrinkled cheek, the whitening hair That drop forgotten to the tomb.
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We hate virtue when it is safe; when removed from our sight we diligently seek it.
[Lat., Virtutem incolumem odimus,
Sublatum ex oculis quaerimus.]
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There is a fault common to all singers. When they're among friends and are asked to sing they don't want to, and when they're not asked to sing they never stop.
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