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The mill cannot grind with water that's past.
The mill cannot grind with water that's past.
Breathes there the man with soul so dead,
Who never to himself hath said,
This is my read more
Breathes there the man with soul so dead,
Who never to himself hath said,
This is my own, my native land!
Whose heart hath ne'er within him burn'd,
As home his footsteps he hath turn'd,
From wandering on a foreign strand!
Of two evils I have chose the least.
Of two evils I have chose the least.
The ox longs for the gaudy trappings of the horse; the lazy
pack-horse would fain plough. [We envy the read more
The ox longs for the gaudy trappings of the horse; the lazy
pack-horse would fain plough. [We envy the position of others,
dissatisfied with our own.]
The eyes have one language every where.
The eyes have one language every where.
I am not what I once was.
[Lat., Non sum qualis eram.]
I am not what I once was.
[Lat., Non sum qualis eram.]
Ill blows the wind that profits nobody.
Ill blows the wind that profits nobody.
