Drink certainly changing thine to mine How anxious are the tame birds to do the wild birds good If she is dead! What fortune! La mort--le grand ami Not good for simple souls to be with those who see things clear Nothing that gives more courage than to see the irony Quiet delight of an English artist actually understood Tame birds pluck wild birds naked Waste their time trying to make rooks white We all have our discrepancies, Vicar When all is done, there are always us hopeless ones Without that, Monsieur, all is dry as a parched skin of orange THE MOB /gutenberg/etext01/glmob10.txt PASSAGES FROM THE TEXT: "There are very excellent reasons for the Government's policy."--"There are always excellent reasons for having your way with the weak." "Nations can't let each other alone."--"Big ones could let little ones alone."--"If they could there'd be no big ones." Half-shy, half-bold manners, alternately rude and over polite. Is a man only to hold beliefs when they're popular? Mob is just conglomerate essence of simple men. My country, right or wrong! Guilty--still my country! LINES FROM THE TEXT: Conglomerate excrescence Contradictious eyebrows If they could there'd be no big ones Law that governs the action of all mobs--the law of Force Let no man stand to his guns in face of popular attack Nations are bad judges of their honour People so wide apart don't love Popular opinion is to control the utterances of her politicians To fight to a finish; knowing you must be beaten We must show Impudence at last that Dignity is not asleep PLAYS: FOURTH SERIES: A BIT O' LOVE /gutenberg/etext01/bolov10.txt PASSAGES FROM THE TEXT: But 'tes no yuse espectin' tu much o' this world. 'Tes a funny place. I never thought to luse 'er. She never told me 'ow bad she was, afore she tuk to 'er bed. 'Tis a dreadful thing to luse a wife, zurr. A faint smile hovers about his lips that Nature has made rather full and he has made thin, as though keeping a hard secret; but his bright grey eyes, dark round the rim, look out and upwards almost as if he were being crucified. There is something about the whole of him that makes him seen not quite present. A gentle creature, burnt within. It isn't enough to love people because they're good to you, or because in some way or other you're going to get something by it. We have to love because we love loving. THE FOUNDATIONS /gutenberg/etext01/fndat10.txt PASSAGES FROM THE TEXT: You send 'er the ten bob a week wivaht syin' anyfink, an' she'll fink it comes from Gawd or the Gover'ment yer cawn't tell one from t'other in Befnal Green. "She's awfully virtuous, though, isn't she?"--"'Tisn't so much the bein' virtuous, as the lookin' it, that's awful." THE PRESS shakes his head. Still--it's an easy life! I've regretted sometimes that I didn't have a shot at it myself; influencin' other people without disclosin' your identity--something very attractive about that.