Were half the power that fills the world with terror, Were half the wealth bestowed on camps and courts, Given to redeem the human mind from error, There were no need of arsenals and forts.
Big words do not smite like war-clubs, Boastful breath is not a bow-string, Taunts are not so sharp as arrows, Deeds are better things than words are, Actions mightier than boastings.
As unto the bow the cord is, So unto the man is woman; Though she bends him, she obeys him, Though she draws him, yet she follows; Useless each without the other.
The Song of Hiawatha. Part. x.
Note 1. Wer nie sein Brod mit Thränen ass, Wer nicht die kummervollen Nächte Aul seinem Bette weinend sass, Der kennt euch nicht, ihr himmlischen Mächte. Goethe: Wilhelm Meister, book ii. chap. xiii. [back]