I grow in worth, and wit, and sense, Unboding critic-pen, Or that eternal want of pence, Which vexes public men.
Take care of the pence, and the pounds will take care of themselves.William Lowndes
Dame Fortune is a fickle gipsy, And always blind, and often tipsy; Sometimes for years and years together, She ’ll bless you with the sunniest weather, Bestowing honour, pudding, pence, You can’t imagine why or whence; Then in a moment Presto, pass! Your joys are withered like the grass;winthrop mackworth praed
When I was young and had no sense I bought a fiddle for eighteen pence. And all the tunes that I could play was, "Over the Hills and Far Away."
Take care of the pence, and the pounds will take care of themselves.
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