Goodreads rating 4.22. Your fear of death is but the trembling of the shepherd when he stands before the king whose hand is to be laid upon him in honour. … Surely there is no greater gift to a man than that which turns all his aims into parching lips and all life into a fountain. And in this lies my honour and my reward,—That whenever I come to the fountain to drink I find the living water itself thirsty; And it drinks me while I drink it. … If these be vague words, then seek not to...
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