The world holds us to be fools; Let us hold it to be mad. St. Francis de Sales
Weep, weep O Walsingam,
Whose dayes are nightes,
Blessings turned to blasphemies,
Holy deedes to dispites.
Sinne is where our Ladye sate,
Heaven turned is to helle;
Sathan sitte where our Lord did swaye,
Walsingam, oh, farewell!
"Socialists cry 'Power to the people', and raise the clenched fist as they say it. We all know what they really mean, power over people, power to the State."
Baroness Thatcher.
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