Spade Quotes (3 quotes)
I am not ... asserting that humans are either genial or aggressive by inborn biological necessity. Obviously, both kindness and violence lie with in the bounds of our nature because we perpetrate both, in spades. I only advance a structural claim that social stability rules nearly all the time and must be based on an overwhelmingly predominant (but tragically ignored) frequency of genial acts, and that geniality is therefore our usual and preferred response nearly all the time ... The center of human nature is rooted in ten thousand ordinary acts of kindness that define our days.
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Old King Coal was a merry old soul:
Ill move the world, quoth he;
My Englands high, and rich, and great,
But greater she shall be !
And he calld for the pick, and he calld for the spade,
And he calld for his miners bold;
And its dig, he said, in the deep, deep earth;
Youll find my treasures better worth
Than mines of Indian gold!
Old King Coal was a merry old soul,
Yet not content was he;
And he said, Ive found what Ive desired,
Though tis but one of three.
And he calld for water, he calld for fire,
For smiths and workmen true:
Come, build me engines great and strong ;
Well have, quoth he, a change ere long;
Well try what Steam can do.
Old King Coal was a merry old soul:
Tis fairly done, quoth he,
When he saw the myriad wheels at work
Oer all the land and sea.
They spared the bones and strength of men,
They hammerd, wove, and spun;
There was nought too great, too mean, or small,
The giant Steam had power for all;
His task was never done.
Ill move the world, quoth he;
My Englands high, and rich, and great,
But greater she shall be !
And he calld for the pick, and he calld for the spade,
And he calld for his miners bold;
And its dig, he said, in the deep, deep earth;
Youll find my treasures better worth
Than mines of Indian gold!
Old King Coal was a merry old soul,
Yet not content was he;
And he said, Ive found what Ive desired,
Though tis but one of three.
And he calld for water, he calld for fire,
For smiths and workmen true:
Come, build me engines great and strong ;
Well have, quoth he, a change ere long;
Well try what Steam can do.
Old King Coal was a merry old soul:
Tis fairly done, quoth he,
When he saw the myriad wheels at work
Oer all the land and sea.
They spared the bones and strength of men,
They hammerd, wove, and spun;
There was nought too great, too mean, or small,
The giant Steam had power for all;
His task was never done.
From song, 'Old King Coal' (1846), collected in The Poetical Works of Charles Mackay: Now for the First Time Collected Complete in One Volume (1876), 565. To the melody of 'Old King Cole'.
This is the way physicians mend or end us
Secundum artem; but although we sneer
In health-when ill, we call them to attend us,
Without the least propensity to jeer;
While that hiatus maxime deplendus
To be filld by spade or mattock, s nea
Secundum artem; but although we sneer
In health-when ill, we call them to attend us,
Without the least propensity to jeer;
While that hiatus maxime deplendus
To be filld by spade or mattock, s nea
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