It little profits that an idle king, By this still hearth, among these barren crags, Match'd with an aged wife, I mete and dole Unequal laws unto a savage race, That hoard, and sleep, and feed, and know not me.
LeadershipIsolationMeaningRegretWorkDissatisfactionStagnation
The view assumes a lack of understanding rather than complexity.
Comes a vapour from the margin, blackening over heath and holt, Cramming all the blast before it, in its breast a thunderbolt. Let it fall on Locksley Hall, wi…
I cannot rest from travel: I will drink Life to the lees: all times I have enjoy'd Greatly, have suffer'd greatly, both with those That loved me, and alone, on…
Thro' the shadow of the globe we sweep into the younger day: Better fifty years of Europe than a cycle of Cathay.
'They're mostly foreigners, Mr. Merrick, who haven't yet fully mastered the English language. But,' he added, thoughtfully, 'a few among them might subscribe, …
They're changing guard at Buckingham Palace - Christopher Robin went down with Alice. They've great big parties inside the grounds. 'I wouldn't be king for a h…
Those who love to be feared fear to be loved, and they themselves are more afraid than anyone, for whereas other men fear only them, they fear everyone.