He who for seed sows sorrow, tears, and sighs, (The dews that fall from heaven, though pure and clear, From different germs take divers qualities) Must needs reap grief and garner weeping eyes; And he who looks on beauty with sad cheer, Gains doubtful hope and certain miseries.

Thorpe mastered the colt which had thrown Jim; Thorpe, when fresh meat was wanted, killed handsomely the fat buck missed by the over-eager James; Thorpe made a pretty profit over a hog deal at the psychological moment when poor Misterton allowed three Poland-China sows to escape through an improperly constructed fence!

I believe that this is man's fate only as long as he sows to the flesh, and of the flesh reaps corruption.

The name, as now written, is unseemly, but it is not so bad in the original Erse, which is Mouach, signifying the Sows' Island.

“At daylight you must milk the cows, Make butter, cheese, an’ feed the sows, Put on the kettle, the cook arouse, And clean the family shoes.

And yet, at most, The most he saved was this poor, paltry life Of flesh, which is so little worth its cost, Which eager sows, but may not stay to reap, And so soon breathless with the strain and strife, Its work half-done, exhausted, falls asleep.

He sows, he reaps the harvest's gain; We share the toil, and share the grain.

He is like the devil, that sows tares in the dark, and while a man sleeps plants weeds among his corn.

With rocky foot stern-set like iron in the land, With leafy rustling crest the morning sows with pearls, Huge as a minster, half in heaven men saw thee stand, Thy rugged girth the waists of fifty Eastern girls.

The poet's cemetery is the human mind, in which he sows the seeds of never ending thoughthis monument is to be found in his works: "Nothing can cover his high fame but Heaven; No pyramids set off his memory, But the eternal substance of his greatness.

The cattle in her homestead were three sows, A ewe call'd Mally, and three brinded cows.

"The snapdragon sows itself so you're likely to have it return of its own accord another year, so you must be sure to place it just where you'd like to have it always," warned Mr. Emerson.

"The petunia sows itself, too," Margaret contributed to the general stock of knowledge.

Who sows the serpent's teeth, let him not hope To reap a joyous harvest.

On most farms, he sows the seed in spring, superintends the field-workers in summer, tends the harvest-field and builds the stacks in autumn, and thrashes the corn with the mill, and cleans it with the winnowing-machine in winter.

"Not yet in Brittany must Tristan cling To this or that sad memory, and be Alone, as she in Cornwall; for in spring Love sows against far harvestings,and he Is blind, and scatters baleful seed that bring Such fruitage as blind Love lacks eyes to see!" Osmund paused here for an appreciable interval, staring at the Queen.

Sang Messire Heleigh: "Love sows, but lovers reap; and ye will see The loved eyes lighten, feel the loved lips cling, Never again when in the grave ye be Incurious of your happiness in spring, And get no grace of Love there, whither he That bartered life for love no love may bring.

Sang Osmund Heleigh: "Love sows, but lovers reap; and ye will see The loved eyes lighten, feel the loved lips cling Never again when in the grave ye be Incurious of your happiness in spring, And get no grace of Love, there, whither he That bartered life for love no love may bring.

The farmer sows his wheat.

By this sloop, among other things, I sent my subjects three milch cows and five calves, about 22 hogs, three sows big with pig, two mares and a stone horse.

Once a man's desire is in the right direction, the more he gratifies it the better; Abstinence sows sand all over The ruddy limbs & flaming hair, But Desire Gratified Plants fruits of life & beauty there.

The quail has hardly ceased piping in the corn when winter, from the folds of trailing clouds, sows broadcast over the land snow, icicles, and rattling hail.

"Why, it's that plagued Betsy and Jane, my two young sows," he cried the next moment.

He sows flattery by handfuls; he will give you his house, his children, his soul, to get rid of a difficulty, and if he does any body a service, it is sure to be from motives of interest.

Fond Love his darts at random throws, And nothing springs from what he sows; From foes discharged, as often meet The shining points of arrows fleet, In the wide air creating fire, As souls that join in one desire.