The same words conceal and declare the thoughts of men.
Ours not to reason why, ours but to do and die.
So many worlds, so much to do, so little done, such things to be.
I must lose myself in action, lest I wither in despair.
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.
By blood a king, in heart a clown.
Shape your heart to front the hour, but dream not that the hours will last.
Sin is too stupid to see beyond itself.
Theirs is not to make reply: Theirs is not to reason why: Theirs is but to do and die.
Guard your roving thoughts with a jealous care, for speech is but the dialer of thoughts, and every fool can plainly read in your words what is the hour of your thoughts.
Better not be at all than not be noble.
What rights are those that dare not resist for them?
A day may sink or save a realm.
Tis not too late to seek a newer world.
O earth, what changes hast thou seen!
In the long years liker they must grow; The man be more of woman, she of man.
Believe me, than in half the creeds.
Authority forgets a dying king.
There's no glory like those who save their country.
The Gods themselves cannot recall their gifts.
Yet all experience is an arch wherethrough Gleams that untraveled world whose margin fades Forever and forever when I move. How dull it is to pause, to make an end, To rust unburnished, not to shine in use! As though to breathe were life!
