Quote#Wisdom
The apple grows so bright and high, And ends its days in apple pie
Quote bySamuel Hoffenstein · 1890–1947
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: Poems in Praise of Practically Nothing (1928), Songs about Life, no. 33 (p. 100).
English (original)
The apple grows so bright and high, And ends its days in apple pie.
— Samuel Hoffenstein
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Oh, how various is the scene Allowed to Man for his demesne!
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You buy some flowers for your table; You tend them tenderly as you’re able; You fetch them water from hither and thither— What thanks do you get for it all? They wither.