Here dead lie we because we did not choose to live and shame the land from which we sprung. Life, to be sure, is nothing much to lose; but young men think it is, and we were young.
From A. E. Housman
Nature, not content with denying him the ability to think, has endowed him with the ability to write.
The laws of God, the laws of man he may keep that will and can; not I: let God and man decree laws for themselves and not for me.
Shoulder the sky, my lad, and drink your ale.
Malt does more than Milton can to justify God's ways to man.
The troubles of our proud and angry dust are from eternity, and shall not fail. Bear them we can, and if we can we must. Shoulder the sky, my lad, and drink your ale.
And malt does more than Milton can to justify God's ways to man.
Who made the world I cannot tell; 'Tis made, and here am I in hell. My hand, though now my knuckles bleed, I never soiled with such a deed.
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