Life Lessons Polonius to Laertes And these few precepts in thy memory Look thou character. Give thy thoughts no tongue No any unproportion'd thought his act. Be thou familiar, but by no means vulgar But do not dull thy palm with entertainment ware Of entrance to a quarrel; but, being in, Bear't, that th' opposer may beware of thee. ment. Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy, But not express'd in fancy; rich, not gaudy: And they in France, of the best rank and sta- Are of a most select and generous choice in that. Neither a borrower, nor a lender be; For loan oft loses both itself and friend, And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry. And it must follow, as the night the day, Life Lesson From "Hamlet." The Olive Tree Said an ancient hermit, bending Then he took a tender sapling, But he thought, the rain it needeth, "Lord, I ask for beams of summer, Then the dripping clouds divided, And the sun looked down and smiled. "Send it frost to brace its tissues, O my God!" the hermit cried. Life Lessons Then the plant was bright and hoary, Went the hermit to a brother Sitting in his rocky cell: "I have planted one, and prayed, Said the other, "I entrusted "Laid I on him no condition, SABINE BARING-GOULD. Coronation At the king's gate the subtle noon Through the king's gate, unquestioned then, Life A beggar went, and laughed, "This brings Lessons Me chance, at last, to see if men Fare better, being kings." The king sat bowed beneath his crown, "Poor man, what wouldst thou have of me?" Uprose the king, and from his head 66 Shook off the crown, and threw it by. "O man! thou must have known," he said, "A greater king than I." Through all the gates, unquestioned then, The beggar laughed. Free winds in haste essons Lite At the king's gate, the crafty noon The guards aked one by one "Ho there! Ho there! Has no man seen On the king's gate the moss grew gray; The king came not. They called him dead: And made his eldest son one day Slave in his father's stead. H. H. December In a drear-nighted December, Their green felicity: The north cannot undo them, With a sleety whistle through them; In a drear-nighted December, |