Quotes
Quotes - Kipling
So 'ere's to you, Fuzzy-Wuzzy, at your 'ome in the Soudan;
You're a pore benighted 'eathen but a first-class fightin' man.
'E's all 'ot sand an' ginger when alive
An' 'e's generally shammin' when 'e's dead.
A fool there was and he made his prayer
(Even as you and I)
To a rag and a bone and a hank of hair
(We called her the woman who did not care)
But the fool he called her his lady fair.
The tumult and the shouting dies,--
The Captains and the Kings depart,--
Still stands thine ancient sacrifice,
An humble and a contrite heart.
Lest we forget--lest we forget!
Oh the road to Mandalay
Where the flyin'-fishes play
An' the dawn comes up like thunder outer
China 'crost the Bay!
Ship me somewhere east of Suez, where the best is like the worst,
Where there ar'n't no Ten Commandments an' a man can raise a thirst.
Oh, East is East and West is West, and never the twain shall meet,
Till Earth and Sky stand presently at God's great Judgment Seat.
It's Tommy this an' Tommy that an' "Chuck 'im out, the brute,"
But it's "Savior of 'is country," when the guns begin to shoot.
Single men in barricks don't grow into plaster saints.
It's clever, but is it art?
They've taken of his buttons off an' cut his stripes away
An' they're hangin' Danny Deever in the morning.
But he could n't lie if you paid him and he'd starve before he stole. The Mary Gloster.
Take up the White Man's burden.
Humble because of knowledge; mighty by sacrifice.
Daughter am I in my mother's house;
But mistress in my own.
When 'Omer smote 'is blooming lyre,
He'd 'eard men sing by land an' sea;
An' what he thought 'e might require,
'E went an' took--the same as we!
For the colonel's lady an' Judy O'Grady,
Are sisters under their skins.
For to admire and for to see,
For to be'old this world so wide--
It never done no good to me
But I can't drop it if I tried.
An' I learned about women from 'er.
And a woman is only a woman, but a good cigar is a smoke.
But that's another story.
When Earth's last picture is painted, and the tubes are twisted and dried,
When the oldest colours have faded, and the youngest critic has died,
We shall rest, and faith, we shall need it--lie down for an æon or two,
Till the Master of All Good Workmen shall set us to work anew!
And only the Master shall praise us, and only the Master shall blame;
And no one shall work for money, and no one shall work for fame;
But each for the joy of the working, and each, in his separate star,
Shall draw the Thing as he sees It, for the God of Things as They Are!
[F]or unsought Love is a terrible gift.
