'TIS easier far a wreath to bind, <br />Than a good owner fort to find. <br />----- <br />I KILL'D a thousand flies overnight, <br />Yet was waken'd by one, as soon as twas light. <br />----- <br />To the mother I give; <br />For the daughter I live. <br />----- <br />A BREACH is every day, <br />By many a mortal storm'd; <br />Let them fall in the gaps as they may, <br />Yet a heap of dead is ne'er form'd. <br />----- <br />WHAT harm has thy poor mirror done, alas? <br />Look not so ugly, prythee, in the glass!<br /><br />Johann Wolfgang von Goethe<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/proverbs-2/
