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Let not the sands of time get in your lunch.
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Let others praise ancient times; I am glad I was born in these.
-- Ovid (43 B.C. - A.D. 18)
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Let sleeping dogs lie.
-- Charles Dickens
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Let the machine do the dirty work.
-- "Elements of Programming Style", Kernighan and Ritchie
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Let the meek inherit the earth -- they have it coming to them.
-- James Thurber
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Let the people think they govern and they will be governed.
-- William Penn, founder of Pennsylvania
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Let the worthy citizens of Chicago get their liquor the best way
they can. I'm sick of the job. It's a thankless one and full of grief.
-- Capone
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Let thy maid servant be faithful, strong, and homely.
-- Benjamin Franklin
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Let us go then you and I
while the night is laid out against the sky
like a smear of mustard on an old pork pie.
"Nice poem Tom. I have ideas for changes though, why not come over?"
-- Ezra
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Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets,
The muttering retreats
Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels
And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells:
Streets that follow like a tedious argument
Of insidious intent
To lead you to an overwhelming question...
Oh, do not ask, "What is it?"
-- T.S. Eliot, "Love song of J. Alfred Prufrock"
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