Armenian Literature by Anonymous
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From the same flower the serpent draws poison and the bees honey. My heart is no table-cover to be spread over everything. As long as the wagon is not upset the way is not mended. The water that drowns me is for me an ocean. The Armenian has his understanding in his head, the Georgian in his eyes. The ass knows seven ways of swimming, but when he sees the water he forgets them all. The wound of a dagger heals, but that of the tongue, never. A good ox is known in the yoke, a good woman at the cradle of her child. Love ever so well, there is also hate; hate ever so much, there is always love. A shrewd enemy is better than a stupid friend. To rise early is not everything; happy are they who have the help of God. A dress that is not worn wears itself out. I came from the ocean and was drowned in a spoonful of water. |
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