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“God bless them pretty women, I wish they was mine, Their breath is as sweet, The dew on the vine.”

Wish Women Mines Sweet Breaths Bless Dew God Bless Vines Pretty Woman

Author:Bob Dylan

“Affliction brings out graces that cannot be seen in a time of health. It is the treading of the grapes that brings out the sweet juices of the vine; so it is affliction that draws forth submission, weanedness from the world, and complete rest in God. Use afflictions while you have them.”

World Use Christian Grace Sweet Draws Affliction Submission Juice Grapes Vines Treading

Author:Robert E. Murray

“The physician can bury his mistakes, but the architect can only advise his client to plant vines - so they should go as far as possible from home to build their first buildings.”

Should Firsts Home Artist Mistake Building Sweet Plant Architect Clients Physicians Tranquility Grandchildren Advise Vines

Author:Frank Lloyd Wright

“What win I, if I gain the thing I seek? A dream, a breath, a froth of fleeting joy. Who buys a minute's mirth to wail a week? Or sells eternity to get a toy? For one sweet grape who will the vine destroy? Or what fond beggar, but to touch the crown, Would with the sceptre straight be strucken down?”

Ifs Dream Joy Winning Week Minutes Sweet Gains Destruction Eternity Breaths Sells Toys Crowns Fleeting Beggar Grapes Vines Mirth

Author:William Shakespeare

“Today While the blossoms still cling to the vine I'll taste your strawberries I'll drink your sweet wine A million tomorrows shall all pass away Here I forget all the joy that is mine. Today I'll be a dandy and I'll be a rover You know who I am by the songs that I sing I'll feast at your table I'll sleep in your clover Who cares what tomorrow shall bring I can't be contented with yesterday's glory I can't live on promises winter to spring Today is my moment and now is my story I'll laugh and I'll cry and I'll sing”

“Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun; Conspiring with him how to load and bless With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run; To bend with apples the moss’d cottage-trees, And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core; To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells With a sweet kernel; to set budding more, And still more, later flowers for the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease, For Summer has o’er-brimm’d their clammy cells.”

Source: Poetry Manuscripts at Harvard