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Ye children of man! whose life is a span
Protracted with sorrow from day to day,
Naked read more
Ye children of man! whose life is a span
Protracted with sorrow from day to day,
Naked and featherless, feeble and querulous,
Sickly, calamitous creatures of clay.
All these primary impulses, not easily described in words, are the springs of man's actions.
All these primary impulses, not easily described in words, are the springs of man's actions.
If you want to know what a man's like, take a good look at how he treats his inferiors, not read more
If you want to know what a man's like, take a good look at how he treats his inferiors, not his equals.
There is a great deal of human nature in man.
There is a great deal of human nature in man.
There never was such beauty in another man.
Nature made him, and then broke the mould.
[Fr., read more
There never was such beauty in another man.
Nature made him, and then broke the mould.
[Fr., Non e un si bello in tante altre persone,
Natura il fece, e poi roppa la stampa.]
The men that is now is only all palaver and what they can get out of you.
The men that is now is only all palaver and what they can get out of you.
Where the virgins are soft as the roses they twine,
And all, save the spirit of man, is divine?
Where the virgins are soft as the roses they twine,
And all, save the spirit of man, is divine?
Mark the perfect man, and behold the upright: for the end of
that man is peace.
Mark the perfect man, and behold the upright: for the end of
that man is peace.
