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"Let those who are in favour with their stars Of public honour and ..." - William Shakespeare
Let those who are in favour with their stars
Of public honour and proud titles boast,
Whilst I, whom fortune of such triumph bars,
Unlook'd for joy in that I honour most.
Great princes' favourites their fair leaves spread
But as the marigold at the sun's eye,
And in themselves their pride lies buried,
For at a frown they in their glory die.
The painful warrior famoused for fight,
After a thousand victories once foil'd,
Is from the book of honour razed quite,
And all the rest forgot for which he toil'd:
Then happy I, that love and am beloved
Where I may not remove nor be removed.
Sonnets Xxv: Let Those Who Are In Favour With Their Stars - Poem by William Shakespeare
"The wind once blew itself untaught...Man came to tell it what was wrong: It hadn't found the place to blow..." - Robert Frost
Before man to blow to right
The wind once blew itself untaught,
And did its loudest day and night
In any rough place where it caught.
Man came to tell it what was wrong:
It hadn't found the place to blow;
It blew too hard - the aim was song.
And listen - how it ought to go!
He took a little in his mouth,
And held it long enough for north
To be converted into south,
And then by measure blew it forth.
By measure. It was word and note,
The wind the wind had meant to be -
A little through the lips and throat.
The aim was song - the wind could see.
"The ocean stirs the heart, inspires the imagination and brings eternal joy to the soul." - Wyland
"We are all in the same boat in a stormy sea, and we owe each other a terrible loyalty."
G. K. Chesterton
"The ocean stirs the heart, inspires the imagination and brings eternal joy to the soul."
- Wyland
"And I have loved thee, ocean! And my joy
Of youthful sports was on thy breast to be
Borne, like thy bubbles, onward: from a boy
I wanton'd with thy breakers-they to me
Were a delight; and if the freshening sea
Made them a terror-'twas a pleasing fear,
For I was as it were a child of thee,
And trusted to thy billows far and near,
And laid my hand upon thy mane - as I do here."
- Lord Byron