Shall I tell thee, my friend, how I to humor him manage?
Trust the proverb! I ne’er have been deceived by it yet.
Thou canst not sufficiently prize humanity’s value;
Let it be coined in deed as it exists in thy breast.
E’en to the man whom thou chancest to meet in life’s narrow pathway,
If he should ask it of thee, hold forth a succoring hand.
But for rain and for dew, for the general welfare of mortals,
Leave thou Heaven to care, friend, as before, so e’en now.
Held in thy mother’s arms above life’s dark and troubled wave,Thou lookest with thy fearless smile upon the floating grave.Play, loveliest innocence!–Thee yet Arcadia circles round,A charmed power for thee has set the lists of fairy ground;Each gleesome impulse Nature now can sanction and befriend,Nor to that willing heart as yet the duty and the…
‘I’ll give thee treasures without end,If thou wilt be my friend instead.’‘My choicest gifts to him I gave,And ever blest him with my smile;And yet he ceases not to crave,And calls me niggard all the while.’‘Come, sister, let us friendship vow!So take the money, nothing loth;Why always labor at the plough?Here is enough I’m sure…
Though your object may be the sublimest that space holds within it,Yet, my good friends, the sublime dwells not in the regions of space.
