Quote#Hope
Wherewith will ye buy it, ye rich who behold me?
Quote byWilliam Morris · 1834–1896
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: Song IV: Draw Near and Behold Me.
English (original)
Wherewith will ye buy it, ye rich who behold me? Draw out from your coffers your rest and your laughter, And the fair gilded hope of the dawn coming after! Nay this I sell not, — though ye bought me and sold me, — For your house stored with such things from threshold to rafter. — Pass by me, I hearken, and think of you not!
— William Morris
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The majesty That from man's soul looks through his eager eyes.
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