Quotes
Quotes about Men
There's too much beauty upon this earth
For lonely men to bear.
You have made
The cement of your churches out of tears
And ashes, and the fabric will not stand.
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.
Single men in barricks don't grow into plaster saints.
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!
An' I learned about women from 'er.
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!
Enough of dreams! No longer mock
The burdened hearts of men!
Not on the cloud, but on the rock.
There was music all about us, we were growing quite forgetful
We were only singing seamen from the dirt of Londontown.
Oh! somewhere in this favored land the sun is shining bright,
The band is playing somewhere, and somewhere hearts are light,
And somewhere men are laughing and somewhere children shout;
But there is no joy in Mudville--mighty Casey has "struck out."
I preached as never sure to preach again,
And as a dying man to dying men.
When all the blandishments of life are gone,
The coward sneaks to death, the brave live on.
For twelve honest men have decided the cause,
Who are judges alike of the facts and the laws.
Pray, Goody, please to moderate the rancour of your tongue!
Why flash those sparks of fury from your eyes?
Remember, when the judgment's weak the prejudice is strong.
And he that will this health deny,
Down among the dead men let him lie.
Cease, rude Boreas, blustering railer!
List, ye landsmen all, to me;
Messmates, hear a brother sailor
Sing the dangers of the sea.
Well, General, we have not had many dead cavalrymen lying about lately.
I never could believe that Providence had sent a few men into the world, ready booted and spurred to ride, and millions ready saddled and bridled to be ridden.
Hope tells a flattering tale,
Delusive, vain, and hollow.
Ah! let not hope prevail,
Lest disappointment follow.
Nose, nose, nose, nose!
And who gave thee that jolly red nose?
Sinament and Ginger, Nutmegs and Cloves,
And that gave me my jolly red nose.
The King of France went up the hill
With twenty thousand men;
The King of France came down the hill,
And ne'er went up again.
And shall Trelawny die?
Here's twenty thousand Cornish men
Will know the reason why.
Poem spoken by Mr. Eusden at a Cambridge Commencement.
Note 13.Robert Stephen Hawker incorporated these lines into "The Song of the Western Men," written by him in 1825. It was praised by Sir Walter Scott and Macaulay under the impression that it was the ancient song. It has been a popular proverb throughout Cornwall ever since the imprisonment by James II. of the seven bishops,--one of them Sir Jonathan Trelawny.
