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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=418562" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Book Of Proverbs</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">CALL on the present day and night for nought,<br>Save what by yesterday was brought.<br>-----<br>THE sea is flowing ever,<br>The land retains it never.<br>-----<br>BE stirring, man, while yet the day is clear;<br>The night when none can work fast Draweth near.<br>-----<br>WHEN the heavy-laden sigh,<br>Deeming help and hope gone by,<br>Oft, with healing power is heard,<br>Comfort-fraught, a kindly word.<br>-----<br>How vast is mine inheritance, how glorious and sublime!<br>For time mine own possession is, the land I till is time!<br>-----<br>UNWARY saith,--ne'er lived a man more true;<br>The deepest heart, the highest head he knew,--<br>&quot;In ev'ry place and time thou'lt find availing<br>Uprightness, judgment, kindliness unfailing.&quot;<br>-----<br>THOUGH the bards whom the Orient sun bath bless'd<br>Are greater than we who dwell in the west,<br>Yet in hatred of those whom our equals we find.<br>In this we're not in the least behind.<br>-----</div><div style="margin:10px 0">WOULD we let our envy burst,<br>Feed its hunger fully first!<br>To keep our proper place,<br> We'll show our bristles more;<br>With hawks men all things chase,<br> Except the savage boar.<br>-----<br>BY those who themselves more bravely have fought<br>A hero's praise will be joyfully told.<br>The worth of man can only be taught<br>By those who have suffer'd both heat and cold.<br>-----<br>&quot;WHEREFORE is truth so far from our eyes,<br>Buried as though in a distant land?&quot;<br>None at the proper moment are wise!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Could they properly understand,<br>Truth would appear in her own sweet guise,<br>Beauteous, gentle, and close at hand.<br>-----<br>WHY these inquiries make,<br>Where charity may flow?<br>Cast in the flood thy cake,--<br>Its eater, who will know?<br>-----<br>ONCE when I a spider had kill'd,<br>Then methought: wast right or wrong?<br>That we both to these times should belong,<br>This had God in His goodness willed.<br>-----<br>MOTLEY this congregation is, for, lo!<br>At the communion kneel both friend and foe.<br>-----<br>IF the country I'm to show,<br>Thou must on the housetop go.<br>-----<br>A MAN with households twain<br>Ne'er finds attention meet,<br>A house wherein two women reign<br>Is ne'er kept clean and neat.<br>-----<br>BLESS, thou dread Creator,<br>Bless this humble fane;<br>Man may build them greater,--<br>More they'll not contain.<br>-----<br>LET this house's glory rise,<br>Handed to far ages down,<br>And the son his honour prize.<br>As the father his renown.<br>-----<br>O'ER the Mediterranean sea<br>Proudly hath the Orient sprung;<br>Who loves Hafis and knows him, he<br>Knows what Caldron hath sung.<br>-----<br>IF the ass that bore the Saviour<br>Were to Mecca driven, he<br>Would not alter, but would be<br>Still an ass in his behavior.<br>-----<br>THE flood of passion storms with fruitless strife<br>'Gainst the unvanquished solid land.--<br>It throws poetic pearls upon the strand,<br>And thus is gain'd the prize of life.<br>-----<br>WHEN so many minstrels there are,<br>How it pains me, alas, to know it!<br>Who from the earth drives poetry far?<br>Who but the poet!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Johann+Wolfgang+von+Goethe">Johann Wolfgang von Goethe</a><div class=q>
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Save what by yesterday was brought.
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THE sea is flowing ever,
The land retains it never.
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BE stirring, man, while yet the day is clear;
The night when none can work fast Draweth near.
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