Cities and Thrones and Powers
Stand in Time's eye,
Almost as long as flowers,
Which daily die:

(Rudyard Kipling (1865-1936), British poet. Puck of Pook's Hill (l. 1-4). . . Rudyard Kipling; Complete Verse; Definitive Edition. (1989) Doubleday.)

Ave you 'eard o' the Widow at Windsor
With a hairy gold crown on 'er 'ead?
She 'as ships on the foam?she 'as millions at 'ome,
An' she pays us poor beggars in red.

(Rudyard Kipling (1865-1936), British poet. The Widow at Windsor (l. 1-4). . . Rudyard Kipling; Complete Verse; Definitive Edition. (1989) Doubleday.)

Though I've belted you and flayed you,
By the livin' Gawd that made you,
You're a better man than I am, Gunga Din!

(Rudyard Kipling (1865-1936), British writer, poet. "Gunga Din," Barrack-Room Ballads (1892). Last lines.)

As I pass through my incarnations in every age and race,
I make my proper prostrations to the Gods of the Market-Place.
Peering through reverent fingers I watch them flourish and fall,
And the Gods of the Copybook Headings, I notice, outlast them all.

(Rudyard Kipling (1865-1936), British poet. The Gods of the Copybook Headings (l. 1-4). . . Rudyard Kipling; Complete Verse; Definitive Edition. (1989) Doubleday.)

Let it be clearly understood that the Russian is a delightful person till he tucks in his shirt. As an Oriental he is charming. It is only when he insists on being treated as the most easterly of western peoples instead of the most westerly of easterns that he becomes a racial anomaly extremely difficult to handle.

(Rudyard Kipling (1865-1936), British author, poet. "The Man Who Was," Life's Handicap (1891).)

And no one shall work for money, and no one shall work for fame,
But each for the joy of the working, and each, in his separate star,
Shall draw the Thing as he sees It for the God of Things as They
are!

(Rudyard Kipling (1865-1936), British poet. When Earth's last picture is painted, and the tubes are twisted and dried (l. 10-12). . . Rudyard Kipling; Complete Verse; Definitive Edition. (1989) Doubleday.)

We aren't no thin red 'eroes, nor we aren't no blackguards too,
But single men in barricks, most remarkable like you;
And if sometimes our conduck isn't all your fancy paints,
Why, single men in barricks don't grow into plaster saints.

(Rudyard Kipling (1865-1936), British author, poet. Tommy, Barrack-Room Ballads (1892).)

What is the moral? Who rides may read.

(Rudyard Kipling (1865-1936), British poet. The Story of the Gadsbys (l. 1). . . Rudyard Kipling; Complete Verse; Definitive Edition. (1989) Doubleday.)

One may fall but he falls by himself?
Falls by himself with himself to blame,

(Rudyard Kipling (1865-1936), British poet. The Story of the Gadsbys (l. 13-14). . . Rudyard Kipling; Complete Verse; Definitive Edition. (1989) Doubleday.)

It's like a book, I think, this bloomin' world,
Which you can read and care for just so long,

(Rudyard Kipling (1865-1936), British poet. Sestina of the Tramp-Royal (l. 31-32). . . Rudyard Kipling; Complete Verse; Definitive Edition. (1989) Doubleday.)