What am I, Life? A thing of watery salt held in cohesion by unresting cells. Which work they know not why, which never halt, myself unwitting where their Master dwells?
I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide|Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;|And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,|And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.
Man with his burning soul has but an hour of breath to build a ship of truth in which his soul may sail — sail on the sea of death, for death takes toll of beauty, courage, youth, of all but truth.
So shall I fight, so shall I tread,|In this long war beneath the stars;|So shall a glory wreathe my head,|So shall I faint and show the scars,|Until this case, this clogging mould,|Be smithied all to kingly gold.
Oh some are fond of Spanish wine, and some are fond of French.
Heaven to me’s a fair blue stretch of sky, earth’s jest a dusty road.
Once in a century a man may be ruined or made insufferable by praise. But surely once in a minute something generous dies for want of it.
States are not made, nor patched; they grow: Grow slow through centuries of pain.
There are few earthly things more beautiful than a university a place where those who hate ignorance may strive to know, where those who perceive truth may strive to make others see.
- John Dryden English Poet
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