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Who keeps at heart the rancor and dies in anger, he separates himself from God, betraying his soul and body to the devil.

And the mind is not in the wallets and clothes, but in the heart, where it was put by the Lord himself.

A woman likes someone who can be loyal and faithful in love, and someone who will cause her more shame.

One stupid boy in the Academy was arguing about the soul, Zeno said, "What's the bet? Not mochiv language in mind, a lot will mess it up in the word."

You do not complain, do not cry,
Our forefather, Adam,-
After all, you live freer
It is now our lives.
Carefree, carefree
From the earth you tasted benefits:
Were not tailors, merchants
And similar pluth.
And you the friend of your life
God did not give until
Not tired of you freestyle
Being the bachelor.
You once for spouse
Had an edge to give
Our wives ribs a little,
Seven would skins men rip off.
You and your wife to be legitimate
Sleep peacefully at night,
Now, only the husband would fall asleep
Lo and behold - with the wife of another Adam.
You're not supposed to touch
Only the forbidden fruit
And we have all the stops,
Though not put anywhere.
This world was eve
Without mother, without father,
Therefore, I did not know and mother in law
You are on the goodness of the Creator.
You're a snake in an evil stand - in
They say it the problem is yours,
But believe me, the father:
Mother-in-law worse than a snake.

Wide my domain,
Great my right
The proverb: a reveller
The entire city head.
If you leave the house
I'm quite the calm:
All my stuff with me,
My entire wardrobe on me.

And swears Abanumay
Do not believe the ladies now:
Because a woman's word is wind,
And the heart - the sea desert.

Nothing vesalica you, nephew,
The ladies head to whirl.
Less used ladies pleased,
Longer you used to live.

Honor always anger dies.

If the king himself is a traitor
What to take from the citizens, say.
Good God! Turn
The whole of Spain in ruins,
Because the wicked
Insulted my family vintage.
The innocent will pay
For the fury of the Lord.
If the king himself is dishonest,
Awaits the country great shame.

From those who are in need, to take the gifts worthless.

Who's brave now, then those famous.

People who serve evil, so forever:
The more effort he spends on them in vain,
The less and wishes them well.

No, it's too steep and the ascent and slope
Before that who death is waiting secretly
And someone else covets the good.