Michael and Jana Novak argued that: "for Anglicans, Catholics, and Jews, faith came with one's mother's milk, so to speak, and only gradually did an adolescent make the inherited religion his or her own. For many Americans, religion came as a family inheritance. Only Congregationalists in the Northeast and Episcopalians in the South came close to an establishment church. Lest the bargain should catch cold and starve.Įvery jack-slave hath his bellyfull of fighting.America's Founders did not have a common religious tradition or an established church. If you have writ your annals true, ’tis there, Peace is a very apoplexy, lethargy mulled, deaf, sleepy, insensible: a getter of more bastard children than war's a destroyer of men.
#Diamond rush born distrust full
Let me have war, say I: it exceeds peace as far as day does night: it's sprightly waking, audible, and full of vent. He would not flatter Neptune for his trident, More of your conversation would infect my brain, being the herdsmen of the beastly plebeians.Īnd manhood is called foolery when it stands Nature teaches beasts to know their friends. If any think brave death outweighs bad life,Īnd that his country's dearer than himself, Had I a dozen sons, each in my love alike, and none less dear than thine and my good Marcius, I had rather had eleven die nobly for their country than one voluptuously surfeit out of action. Marry, he must have a long spoon that must eat with the devil.Īnd now let’s go hand in hand, not one before another. Vicious, ungentle, foolish, blunt, unkind, Ill-faced, worse bodied, shapeless everywhere, 'Tis time, I think, to trudge, pack and be gone.
The one ne'er got me credit, the other mickle blame. O, villain, thou hast stol'n both mine office and my name: Small cheer and great welcome makes a merry feast. Known unto these and to myself disguised? Who, falling there to find his fellow forth.
O, how bitter a thing it is to look into happiness through another man's eyes! Thou speakest wiser than thou art ware of.ĭo you not know I am a woman? When I think, I must speak.Īnd thank heaven, fasting, for a good man's love. We that are true lovers run into strange capers. O, how full of briars is this working-day world!īeauty provoketh thieves sooner than gold. Thus must I from the smoke into the smother, Well said, that was laid on with a trowel. Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything. Is second childishness and mere oblivion, Turning again toward childish treble, pipesĪnd whistles in his sound. His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wideįor his shrunk shank, and his big manly voice, With spectacles on nose and pouch on side, With eyes severe, and beard of formal cut,Īnd so he plays his part. In fair round belly, with a good capon lined, Jealous in honour, sudden, and quick in quarrel,Įven in the cannon's mouth. Then, a soldier,įull of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard, Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad Then, the whining school-boy with his satchelĪnd shining morning face, creeping like snail They have their exits and their entrances,Īnd one man in his time plays many parts, Now boast thee, death, in thy possession liesĪnd all the men and women merely players Some squeaking Cleopatra boy my greatness Shall be brought drunken forth, and I shall see My heart was to thy rudder tied by th'strings When I was green in judgement, cold in blood. O happy horse, to bear the weight of Antony!
Of the ranged empire fall: here is my space. Let Rome in Tiber melt, and the wide arch The triple pillar of the world transformed
Whate'er the course, the end is the renown.įor we are old, and on our quick'st decrees The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together.Īll's well that ends well, still the fine's the crown When miracles have by the great’st been denied.Ī young man married is a man that's marred. Such were our faults, or then we thought them none.įrom simple sources, and great seas have dried Where love’s strong passion is impressed in youth. It is the show and seal of nature’s truth, Our blood to us, this to our blood is born: This thornĭoth to our rose of youth rightly belong. If men could be contented to be what they are, there were no fear in marriage. Lies richer in your thoughts than on his tomb. The hind that would be mated by the lion, That I should love a bright particular star Moderate lamentation is the right of the dead, excessive grief the enemy to the living.
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