Aaron Hill
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Aaron Hill
Aaron Walter Hillis an American professional baseball third baseman for the Boston Red Sox of Major League Baseball. Hill was drafted by the Toronto Blue Jays in the first roundof the 2003 MLB draft and made his MLB debut with them in 2005. He has also played for the Arizona Diamondbacks and Milwaukee Brewers. Hill is one of only four players in MLB history to hit for the cycle twice in one season...
NationalityEnglish
ProfessionBaseball Player
Date of Birth21 March 1982
CityVisalia, CA
Let never man be bold enough to say, Thus, and no farther shall my passion stray: The first crime, past, compels us into more, And guilt grows fate, that was but choice, before.
Throughout my career, I've always been the kind of guy who likes to stand towards the middle of the plate. And balls come in there.
She who means no mischief does it all.
Courage is poorly housed that dwells in numbers; the lion never counts the herd that are about him, nor weighs how many flocks he has to scatter.
Mischief and malice grow on the same branch of the tree of evil.
The man with but one idea in his head is sure to exaggerate that to top-heaviness, and thus he loses his equilibrium.
Law that shocks equity is reason's murderer.
Hide not thy tears; weep boldly, and be proud to give the flowing virtue manly way; it is nature's mark to know an honest heart by.
Reason gains all people by compelling none.
Oh, treacherous night thou lendest thy ready veil to every treason, and teeming mischief's beneath thy shade.
Youth is ever apt to judge in haste, and lose the medium in the wild extreme.
Art, however innocent, looks like deceiving.
When Christ at Cana's feast by pow'r divine, Inspir'd cold water, with the warmth of wine, See! cry'd they while, in red'ning tide, it gush'd, The bashful stream hath seen its God and blush'd.
Letters, from absent friends, extinguish fear, Unite division, and draw distance near; Their magic force each silent wish conveys, And wafts embodied though, a thousand ways: Could souls to bodies write, death's pow'r were mean, For minds could then meet minds with heav'n between.