John Godfrey Saxe Quotes

Young men! it 's a critical thing to go
Exactly right with a lady in tow;
But when you are in the proper track,
Just go ahead, and never look back!

'T is wise to learn; 't is God-like to create.

And so these men of Hindustan Disputed loud and long, Each in his own opinion Exceeding stiff and strong, Though each was partly in the right And all were in the wrong. <p> So oft in theologic wars, The disputants, I ween, Rail on in utter ignorance Of what each other mean, And prate about an Elephant Not one of them has seen!

He takes the strangest liberties — But never takes his leave!

The Poet's License! — 't is the right, Within the rule of duty, To look on all delightful things Throughout the world of beauty. <p> To gaze with rapture at the stars That in the skies are glowing; To see the gems of perfect dye That in the woods are growing, — And more than sage astronomer, And more than learned florist, To read the glorious homilies Of Firmament and Forest.

Tis well to borrow from the good and the great; 'Tis wise to learn: 'tis God-like to create!

I love vast libraries; yet there is a doubt,
If one be better with them or without,
Unless he use them wisely, and, indeed,
Knows the high art of what and how to read.

Las leyes, como las salchichas, dejan de inspirar respeto en proporción a cuánto sabemos de cómo están hechas

In vain I speak of urgent tasks;
In vain I scowl and pout;
A frown is no extinguisher — It does not put him out!

A youth would marry a maiden, For fair and fond was she; But she was rich, and he was poor, And so it might not be.

A youth would marry a maiden, For fair and fond was she; But he was high and she was low, And so it might not be.

NAY, weep not, dearest, though the child be dead;
He lives again in Heaven's unclouded life,

Laws, like sausages, cease to inspire respect in proportion as we know how they are made.

What Lowely meant she didn't know
For she always avoided "everything low,"

When Nature gives a gorgeous rose, Or yields the simplest fern, She writes this motto on the leaves, — "To whom it may concern!" And so it is the poet comes And revels in her bowers, And, — though another hold the land, Is owner of the flowers.