No rock so hard but that a little wave may beat admission in a thousand years.
That loss is common would not make My own less bitter, rather more: Too common! Never morning wore To evening, but some heart did break.
I will take some savage woman, she shall rear my dusky race.
It is hard to wive and thrive both in a year.
For this is England's greatest son, He that gain'd a hundred fights, And never lost an English gun.
if you don't concentrate on what you are doing then the thing that you are doing is not what you are thinking.