Thou madest man, he knows not why, he thinks he was not made to die.
Broad based upon her people’s will, And compassed by the inviolate sea.
Men may come and men may go but I go on forever.
Forgive! How many will say, forgive, and find a sort of absolution in the sound to hate a little longer!
Arise, go forth, and conquer as of old.
A truth looks freshest in the fashions of the day.
Woman is the lesser man, and all thy passions, match’d with mine, Are as moonlight unto sunlight, and as water unto wine.
The jingling of the guinea helps the hurt that Honor feels.
He makes no friend who never made a foe.
The dirty nurse, Experience, in her kind Hath fouled me.
I do but sing because I must; and pipe but as the linnets sing.
The song that nerves a nation’s heart is in itself a deed.
Manners are not idle, but the fruit of loyal and of noble mind.
With a little hoard of maxims preaching down a daughter’s heart.
Courtesy wins woman all as well. As valor may, but he that closes both is perfect.
Such a one do I remember, whom to look at was love.
That loss is common would not make My own less bitter, rather more: Too common! Never morning wore To evening, but some heart did break.
Oh yet we trust that somehow good will be the final goal of ill!
Nature, red in tooth and claw.
Not wholly in the busy world, nor quite Beyond it, blooms the garden that I love. News from the humming city comes to it It sound of funeral or of marriage bells.