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!

Hath not thy rose a canker, Somerset?
Hath not thy rose a thorn, Plantagenet?

Hath not thy rose a canker, Somerset?
Hath not thy rose a thorn, Plantagenet?

Great paines quickly find ease.

Great paines quickly find ease.

The Citizen is at his businesse before he rise.

The Citizen is at his businesse before he rise.

A position of dignity is more easily improved upon than acquired.

A position of dignity is more easily improved upon than acquired.

Great things rush to the destruction of each other.

Great things rush to the destruction of each other.

Think you if Laura had been Petrarch's wife
He would have written sonnets all his life?

Think you if Laura had been Petrarch's wife
He would have written sonnets all his life?

Look not upon the wine when it is read, when it giveth his colour
in the cup, when it read more

Look not upon the wine when it is read, when it giveth his colour
in the cup, when it moveth itself aright.
At the last it biteth like a serpent, and stingeth like an adder.

Call me not an olive, till thou see me gathered.

Call me not an olive, till thou see me gathered.