Lord Lytton ( 10 of 33 )
'Tis more brave
To live, than to die.
'Tis more brave
To live, than to die.
Who seeks for aid
Must show how service sought can be repaid.
Who seeks for aid
Must show how service sought can be repaid.
What's saved affords
No indication of what's lost.
What's saved affords
No indication of what's lost.
No life
Can be pure in its purpose or strong in its strife
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No life
Can be pure in its purpose or strong in its strife
And all life not be purer and stronger thereby.
The devil, my friends, is a woman just now.
'Tis a woman that reigns in Hell.
The devil, my friends, is a woman just now.
'Tis a woman that reigns in Hell.
We may live without poetry, music and art;
We may live without conscience, and live without heart;
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We may live without poetry, music and art;
We may live without conscience, and live without heart;
We may live without friends; we may live without books;
But civilized man cannot live without cooks.
He may live without books,--what is knowledge but grieving?
He may live without hope,--what is hope but deceiving?
He may live without love,--what is passion but pining?
But where is the man that can live without dining?
The things which must be, must be for the best,
God helps us do our duty and not shrink,
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The things which must be, must be for the best,
God helps us do our duty and not shrink,
And trust His mercy humbly for the rest.
Oh, better no doubt is a dinner of herbs,
When season'd with love, which no rancour disturbs
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Oh, better no doubt is a dinner of herbs,
When season'd with love, which no rancour disturbs
And sweeten'd by all that is sweetest in life
Than turbot, bisque, ortolans, eaten in strife!
But if, out of humour, and hungry, alone
A man should sit down to dinner, each one
Of the dishes which the cook chooses to spoil
With a horrible mixture of garlic and oil,
The chances are ten against one, I must own,
He gets up as ill-tempered as when he sat down.
Here's a health to the glow-worm, Death's sober lamplighter.
Here's a health to the glow-worm, Death's sober lamplighter.
Through tall cowslips nodding near you,
Just to touch you as you pass.
Through tall cowslips nodding near you,
Just to touch you as you pass.
