If the gods think to speak outright to man, they will honorably speak outright; not shake their heads, and give an old wives' dark...ling hint.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
...I had been fed, in my youth, a lot of old wives' tales about the way men would instantly forsake a beautiful woman to flock aro...und a brilliant one. It is but fair to say that, after getting out in the world, I had never seen this happen ....LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
When as the rye reach to the chin, And chopcherry, chopcherry ripe within,... Strawberries swimming in the cream, And school-boys playing in the stream;LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Fair maid, white and red, Comb me smooth, and stroke my head;... And every hair a sheave shall be, And every sheave a golden tree.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Hermione. Pray you sit by us, And tell's a tale.... Mamillius. Merry or sad shall't be? Hermione. As merry as you will. Mamillius. A sad tale's best for winter. I have one Of sprites and goblins.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The sun shines bright in the old Kentucky home; 'Tis summer, the darkeys are gay;... The corn-top's ripe, and the meadow's in the bloom,LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The seasons alter; hoary-headed frosts Fall in the fresh lap of the crimson rose,... And on old Hiems' thin and icy crown An odorous chaplet of sweet summer buds Is, as in mockery, set.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
To me, fair friend, you never can be old, For as you were when first your eye I ey'd,... Such seems your beauty still. Three winters cold Have from the forests shook three summer's pride, Three beauteous springs to yellow autumns turn'd In process of the seasons have I seen, Three April perfumes in three hot Junes burn'd, Since first I saw you fresh, which yet are green. Ah, yet doth beauty, like a dial hand, Steal from his figure, and no pace perceiv'd! So your sweet hue, which methinks still doth stand, Hath motion, and mine eye may be deceiv'd; For fear of which, hear this, thou age unbred: Ere you were born was beauty's summer dead.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
And a sigh heaves from all the small things on earth, The books, the papers, the old garters and union-suit buttons... Kept in a white cardboard box somewhere ... The summer demands and takes away too much, But night, the reserved, the reticent, gives more than it takes.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Tell mother that however dogs and samovars might behave themselves, winter comes after summer, old age after youth, and misfortune... follows happiness (or the other way around). A person can not be healthy and cheerful throughout life. Losses lie waiting and man can not safeguard against death, even if he be Alexander of Macedonia. One must be prepared for anything and consider everything to be inevitably essential, as sad as that may be.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »