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Sans End
Ah, make the most of what we yet may
spend,
Before we too into the Dust descend;
Dust into Dust, and under Dust, to lie,
Sans Wine, sans Song, sans Singer, and
---sans End!
Indeed the Idols I have loved so long
Have done my credit in Men's eye much
___wrong:
Have drown'd my Glory in a shallow Cup
And sold my Reputation for a Song.
Omar Khayyam
Every man dies, not every man really lives.
--Randall Wallace; 'Braveheart'
Doing easily what others find difficult is talent;
doing what is impossible for talent is genius.
--Amiel, 1856
For when the One Great Scorer comes to write against
__your name,
He marks-not that you won or lost-but how you played
__the game.
--Grantland Rice
I remember, I remember,
Where I was used to swing,
And thought the air must rush as fresh
To swallows on the wing;
My spirit flew in feathers then,
That is so heavy now,
And summer pools could hardly cool
The fever on my brow!
I remember, I remember
The fir trees dark and high;
I used to think their slender tops
Were close against the sky;
It was a childish ignorance,
But now 'tis little joy
To know I'm farther off from Heaven
Than when I was a boy.
--Thomas Hood
Do You Really Care?
When I remember all
--The friends, so link'd together,
I've seen around me fall,
__Like leaves in wintry weather,
____I feel like one
____Who treads alone
__Some banquet-hall deserted...
--Moore
Beware the fury of a patient man.
--Dryden
For Fortiter:
They are not long, the weeping and the laughter,
__Love and desire and hate:
I think they have no portion in us after
___We pass the gate.
They are not long, the days of wine and roses:
__Out of a misty dream
Our path emerges for a while, then closes
___Within a dream.
--Ernest Dowson
The thing that numbs the heart is this:
__That men cannot devise
Some scheme of life to banish fear
__That lurks in most men's eyes.
--James Norman Hall
I never think of the future. It comes soon enough.
--Albert Einstein
Heav'n from all creatures hides the Book of Fate,
All but the page prescribed, their present state:
From brutes what men, from men what spirits know;
Or who would suffer being here below?
--Pope, Essay on Man
And throughout all Eternity
__I forgive you, you forgive me.
--Blake
And the best and the worst of this is
__That neither is most to blame,
If you've forgotten my kisses
__And I've forgotten your name.
--Swineburne
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
--Robert Frost
The Moving Finger writes; and having writ,
Moves on: nor all your Piety nor Wit
__Shall lure it back to cancel half a line,
Nor all your Tears wash out a word of it.
__Omar Khayyam