Death Be Not Proud:
Death be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadfull, for, thou art not soe,
For, those, whom thou think'st, thou dost overthrow,
Die not, poore death, nor yet canst thou kill mee.
From rest and sleepe, which but thy pictures bee,
Much pleasure, then from thee, much more must flow,
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Hercules and the Waggoner:
A Waggoner was once driving a heavy load along a very muddy way. At last he came to a part of the road where the wheels sank half-way into the mire, and the more the horses pulled, the deeper sank the wheels. So the Waggoner threw down his whip, and knelt down and prayed to Hercules the Strong. ‘O Hercules, help me in this my hour of distress,’ quoth he. But Hercules appeared to him, and said:
‘Tut, man, don’t sprawl there. Get up and put your shoulder to the wheel.’
The gods help them that help themselves.
Faith is a fine invention:
Faith is a fine invention
For gentlemen who see;
But microscopes are prudent
In an emergency!
Experiment to me:
Experiment to me
Is every one I meet.
If it contain a kernel?
The figure of a nut
Presents upon a tree, 5
Equally plausibly;
But meat within is requisite,
To squirrels and to me.
E.E. Cummings:
Here's to opening and upward... and to yourself and up with you and up with and up with laughing.
Romantic Period:
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God gave a loaf to every bird:
God gave a loaf to every bird,
But just a crumb to me;
I dare not eat it, though I starve,—
My poignant luxury
To own it, touch it, prove the feat 5
That made the pellet mine,—
Too happy in my sparrow chance
For ampler coveting.
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Keith Donohue:
Some times our thoughts and dreams are more real than the rest of our experience and at other moments that which happens to us overshadows anything we might imagine.
Suzanne Collins:
Having an eye for beauty isn't the same thing as a weakness...except possibly when it comes to you.
Nightingale:
A small bird that sings very beautifully, especially at night.
The Labourer and the Nightingale:
A Labourer lay listening to a Nightingale’s song throughout the summer night. So pleased was he with it that the next night he set a trap for it and captured it. ‘Now that I have caught thee,’ he cried, ‘thou shalt always sing to me.’
‘We Nightingales never sing in a cage.’ said the bird.
‘Then I’ll eat thee.’ said the Labourer. ‘I have always heard say that a nightingale on toast is dainty morsel.’
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Victory comes late:
Victory comes late,
And is held low to freezing lips
Too rapt with frost
To take it.
How sweet it would have tasted,
Just a drop!
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The Goose With the Golden Eggs:
One day a countryman going to the nest of his Goose found there an egg all yellow and glittering. When he took it up it was as heavy as lead and he was going to throw it away, because he thought a trick had been played upon him. But he took it home on second thoughts, and soon found to his delight that it was an egg of pure gold. Every morning the same thing occurred, and he soon became rich by selling his eggs. As he grew rich he grew greedy; and thinking to get at once all the gold the Goose could give, he killed it and opened it only to find nothing.
Greed oft o’er reaches itself.
Morn:
A literary term for morning.
Brig:
A ship with two masts and large square sails.
Gibran Khalil Gibran:
Friendship is always a sweet responsibility, never an opportunity.
Raise Hell:
To protest strongly and angrily about a situation; to act in some extreme manner; to make trouble.
Jack was out all night raising hell.
He just waltzed in here and raised hell with everybody.