The spell of Shakespeare fills the heart
With earthly music loud and low;
But Marlowe drives the clouds apart,
And through their thundering rifts we go.

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Many cross the Rhine
In this cup of mine.
Sip old Frankfort air
From my brown Cigar.

Many a man doth speake of mee,
But no man euer shall me see,
For all in one, doe full agree
That no where must my dwelling bee.

Man knows where first he ships himself; but he
Never can tell where shall his landing be.

Men, said the Devil,
are good to their brothers:
they don’t want to mend
their own ways, but each others.

Mandag være Dig Mærke-Dag,
Paa den skal Du heise dit Bryllupsflag.

Man kjender dig, du Poesiens Fjende
Og kan fra Cancelliet sig dit Ordsprog minde:
»Den Karl er dum som et Genie!« -
For saadan Dumhed er du frie.

Hate is the man in God;
Love is the God in man.
Self-gratification is the man in God;
Life-dedication is the God in man.
Desire-force is the man in God;
Aspiration-light is the God in man.

IN his own image the Creator made,
His own pure sunbeam quicken’d thee, O man!
Thou breathing dial! since thy day began
The present hour was ever mark’d with shade!

With his hat on
he's about five inches taller
than a taxicab.