EVERFRESH QUOTES
We are born in a world of conflicts,
differences, injustice, inequalities, good and evil, belief and disbelief, love
and hatred, high and low, truth and falsehood, greed and contentment, godliness
and ungodliness.
There is a lot of convincing truth
in religious texts yet they become bones of contention.
However, there are great poets whose
ideas are universal as well as eternal.
Here are some quotes from such poets
for your objective study. You are not bound to accept them as they are stated.
Feel free to disagree if you think you should do so.
* I am a Jew.
Hath not a Jew eyes? hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections,
passions? Fed with the same food, hurt with the same weapons, subject to the
same diseases, healed by the same means, warmed and cooled by the same winter and
summer, as a Christian is? If you prick us, do we not bleed? If you tickle us,
do we not laugh? if you poison us , do we not die? And if you wrong us, shall
we not revenge? If we are like you in the rest, we will resemble you in that.
If a Jew wrong a Christian, what is his humility? Revenge. If a Christian wrong
a Jew, what should his sufferance be by a Christian example? Why, revenge. --------From
Act 3, Sc.1. from the play of William
Shakespeare (!564-1616) The Merchant of
Venice.
**
REMEMBER, no men are strange, no countries foreign,
Beneath all uniforms, a single body
breathes
Like ours; the land our brothers walk
upon
Is earth like this, in which we all
shall lie.
They, too, aware of sun and air and
water,
Are fed by peaceful harvests, by war’s
long winter starv’d.
Their hands are ours, and in their
lines we read
A labour not different from our own,
Remember they have eyes like ours
that wake
Or sleep, and strength that can be
won
By love. In every land is common life
They all can recognize and
understand. -------From ‘No Men Are Foreign’ written by the English
poet James Kirkup (1918-2009).
*** The sea of Faith
Was once too, at the full and round earth’s shore
Lay like the folds of a bright girdle
furl’d.
But now I only hear
Its melancholy, long, withdrawing
roar,
Retreating, to the breath
Of the night-wind, down the vast
edges drear
And naked shingles of the world.
Ah, love, let us be true
To one another ! for the world, which
seems
To lie before us like a land of
dreams,
So various, so beautiful, so new,
Hath really neither joy, nor love,
nor light,
Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help,
nor pains,
And we are here as on a darkling
plain
Swept with confused alarms of
struggle and fight,
Where ignorant armies clash by night.------From
Dover Beach, a poem written by the
English poet and critic Matthew Arnold (1822-88).
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G.R. Kanwal
10 November 2026