As Broad As It's Long.

Modest men must needs endure,

And the bold must humbly bow;
Thus thy fate's the same, be sure,

Whether bold or modest thou.

Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

Johann Wolfgang von Goethe was a German writer, poet, playwright, and natural philosopher, born on August 28, 1749, and died on March 22, 1832. He is considered one of the most important literary figures of the modern era. Goethe's best-known work, 'Faust,' is a profound exploration of human ambition, desire, and redemption. His contributions extend beyond literature into various fields, including science and politics. His writings and thoughts have had a lasting influence on Western culture.

Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

To The Moon.

Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, Simple Poetry

On The New Year.

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Art.

Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, Simple Poetry

From Faust. Dedication.

Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, Simple Poetry

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More Modest, More Manly.

'Tis still observ'd those men most valiant are,
That are most modest ere they come to war.

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He Who With Life

He who with life makes sport,

Can prosper never;
Who rules himself in nought,

Is a slave ever.

MAY each honest effort be

Crown'd with lasting constancy.

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Lover In All Shapes.

To be like a fish,
Brisk and quick, is my wish;
If thou cam'st with thy line.
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To be like a fish,
Brisk and quick, is my wish.

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Oh, were I a steed!
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Distichs.

Chords are touch'd by Apollo, the death-laden bow, too, he bendeth;

While he the shepherdess charms, Python he lays in the dust.
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What is merciful censure? To make thy faults appear smaller?

May be to veil them? No, no! O'er them to raise thee on high!
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Democratic food soon cloys on the multitude's stomach;
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What in France has pass'd by, the Germans continue to practise,

For the proudest of men flatters the people and fawns.
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Who is the happiest of men? He who values the merits of others,
And in their pleasure takes joy, even as though 'twere his own.

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Not in the morning alone, not only at mid-day he charmeth;

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Hikmet Name. - Book Of Proverbs.

Call on the present day and night for nought,
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;
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WHEN the heavy-laden sigh,
Deeming help and hope gone by,
Oft, with healing power is heard,
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How vast is mine inheritance, how glorious and sublime!
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UNWARY saith, ne'er lived a man more true;
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THOUGH the bards whom the Orient sun bath bless'd
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