A Quote by Nicholas Breton

We rise with the lark and go to bed with the lamb. — © Nicholas Breton
We rise with the lark and go to bed with the lamb.

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To rise with the lark, and go to bed with the lamb.
Teach me, O lark! with thee to greatly rise, to exalt my soul and lift it to the skies.
Rather go to bed without dinner than to rise in debt.
Rather go to bed with out dinner than to rise in debt.
I go to bed early and rise late and feel as if I have hardly slept, probably because I have been reading almost the entire time.
A man was desired to rise from bed because the sun was already up. He replied: "If I had as far to go and as much to do as he has, I should be up by now; but having but a little way to go, I shall not get up yet."
When you are surrounded by people who are much better than you, you have two choices: You can sh*t the bed, and the performance can go to hell. Or you can step up and rise to the occasion.
To hear the lark begin his flight, And singing startle the dull Night, From his watch-tower in the skies, Till the dappled dawn doth rise.
Rise early. Write. Disappoint your sons. Read the newspaper. Go to bed early. Success.
The best way not to find the bed too cold is to go to bed colder than the bed is.
Obviously if you want to get good at something which is competitive, you have to think about it and practice a lot. You have to keep learning because world keeps changing and competitors keep learning. You have to go to bed wiser than you got up. As you try to master what you are trying to do – people who do that almost never fail utterly. Very few have ever failed with that approach. You may rise slowly, but you are sure to rise.
Honey, ... When a wolf watches a lamb, he's not thinking about the lamb's mommy.
Twenty-two years I've been doing this comedy lark, so it's been like a meteoric rise to fame... if the meteor was being dragged by an arthritic donkey across a ploughed field, in northern Poland.
No absolute is going to make the lion lie down with the lamb: unless the lamb is inside.
Out of the huts of history's shame I rise Up from a past that's rooted in pain I rise I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide, Welling and swelling I bear in the tide. Leaving behind nights of terror and fear I rise Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear I rise Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave, I am the dream and the hope of the slave. I rise I rise I rise.
Daja: "He and Rosethorn work together? They hate each other." Lark: "I didn't say they liked it. - Daja and Lark referring to Rosethorn and Crane's cooperation on finding the cures for new diseases
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