You can do anything in this world if you are prepared to take the consequences.
William Somerset Maugham
All the Secrets of the Universe and Some Really Important Stuff Too!
You can do anything in this world if you are prepared to take the consequences.
William Somerset Maugham
The world in general doesn’t know what to make of originality; it is startled out of its comfortable habits of thought, and its first reaction is one of anger.
William Somerset Maugham
If a nation values anything more than freedom, it will lose its freedom; and the irony of it is that if it is comfort or money that it values more, it will lose that too.
William Somerset Maugham
They waste life in what are called good resolutions—partial efforts at reformation, feebly commenced, heartlessly conducted, and hopelessly concluded.
Charles Robert Maturin
He that would govern others, first should be the master of himself.
Philip Massinger
The fury of the many-headed monster,
The giddy multitude.
Philip Massinger
Patience, the beggar’s virtue.
Philip Massinger
Death hath a thousand doors to let out life.
Philip Massinger
Song of Solomon: 2:10-13, 8: 6-7
O voice of the Belovèd!
Thy bride hath heard Thee say,
“Rise up, My love, My fair one,
Arise and come away.
For lo, ’tis past, the winter,
The winter of thy year;
The rain is past and over,
The flowers on earth appear.
“And now the time of singing
Is come for every bird;
And over all the country
The turtle dove is heard;
The fig her green fruit ripens,
The vines are in their bloom;
Arise and smell their fragrance;
My love, My fair one, come!”
Our Easter Sun is risen!
And yet we slumber long,
And need Thy Dove’s sweet pleading
to waken prayer and song.
Oh breathe upon our deadness,
Oh shine upon our gloom;
Lord, let us feel Thy presence
And rise and live and bloom.
Jackson Mason
Love this poem. I grew up near Gloucester and visited the Statue of the Man at the Wheel many times. – Master Diver
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Sea-Fever
I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,
And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by;
And the wheel’s kick and the wind’s song and the white sail’s shaking,
And a grey mist on the sea’s face, and a grey dawn breaking.
I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide
Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;
And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,
And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.
I must go down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life,
To the gull’s way and the whale’s way where the wind’s like a whetted knife;
And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover,
And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick’s over.
John Masefield