The play is done; the curtain drops, Slow falling to the prompter's bell A moment yet the actor stops And looks around to say farewell. It is an irksome word and task: And when he's laughed and said his say, He shows, as he removes the mask, A face that's anything but gay. |
The rose upon my balcony the morning air perfuming, Was leafless all the winter time and pining for the spring. |
The true pleasure of life is to live with your inferiors. |
The two most engaging powers of an author are to make new things familiar, familiar things new. |
The wicked are wicked, no doubt, and they go astray and they fall, and they come by their deserts; but who can tell the mischief which the very virtuous do? |
The world has battle-room for all. Go fight and conquer if ye can. But if ye rise or if ye fall, Be each, pray God, a gentleman! |
The world is a looking glass and gives back to every man the reflection of his own face. |
The world is a looking-glass, and gives back to every man the reflection of his own face. Frown at it, and it will in turn look sourly upon you; laugh at it and with it, and it is a jolly kind companion. |
The world is good-natured to people who are good natured. |
Them's my sentiments |
Then sing as Martin Luther sang: "Who loves not wine, woman, and song, He is a fool his whole life long!" |
There are a thousand thoughts lying within a man that he does not know till he takes up a pen to write. |
There are many sham diamonds in this life which pass for real, and vice versa. |
There lived a sage in days of yore, And he a handsome pigtail wore; But wondered much and sorrowed more Because it hung behind him. |
There will be more wars until men grow brave enough to stop them |