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Guru Nanak Dev
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He is winding the watch of his wit; by and by it will strike.
He lives in fame that died in virtue's cause.
He makes a swan-like end, fading in music.
He that is giddy thinks the world turns round.
He that loves to be flattered is worthy o' the flatterer.
He wears his faith but as the fashion of his hat.
Heat not a furnace for your foe so hot that it do singe yourself.
Hell is empty and all the devils are here.
How far that little candle throws its beams! So shines a good dead in a naughty world.
How long a time lies in one little word?
How now, wit! Whither wander you?
How oft the sight of means to do ill deeds makes ill deeds done!
How poor are they that have not patience! What wound did ever heal but by degrees?
How sharper than a serpent's tooth it is to have a thankless child!
I am but mad north-north-west; when the wind is southerly, I know a hawk from a handsaw.
I am not bound to please thee with my answer.
I bear a charmed life.
I dote on his very absence.
I shall the effect of this good lesson keeps as watchman to my heart.
I was adored once too.