(Volume IX)
Reading edition
Write me as one who loves his fellow men. —Page 11.
When beggars die, there are no comets seen; The heavens themselves blaze forth the death of princes. —Page 145.
Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once. —Page 145.
Et tu Brute! Then fall, Cæsar. —Page 154.
Surely man is but a shadow, and life a dream. —Page 286.
All service ranks the same with God. —Page 301.
The year’s at the spring, And day’s at the morn; Morning’s at seven; The hillside’s dew-pearled: The lark’s on the wing; The snail’s on the thorn; God’s in his heaven— All’s right with the world. —Page 303.
For what are the voices of birds— Ay, and of beasts—but words, our words, Only so much more sweet? —Page 314.
I will pass each, and see their happiness, And envy none—being just as great, no doubt, Useful to men, dear to God as they! —Page 317.