“man wants but little here below,
Nor wants that little long.”
’T is not with me exactly so;
But ’t is so in the song.
My wants are many and, if told,
Would muster many a score;
And were each wish a mint of gold,
I still should long...
John Quincy Adams
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One day between the Lip and the Heart
A wordless strife arose,
Which was expertest in the art
His purpose to disclose.The Lip called forth the vassal Tongue,
And made him vouch—a lie!
The slave his servile anthem sung,
And braved... -
The man in righteousness arrayed,
A pure and blameless liver,
Needs not the keen Toledo blade,
Nor venom-freighted quiver.
What though he wind his toilsome way
O’er regions wild and weary—
Through Zara’s burning desert stray,
Or...