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You must study to be frank with the world:frankness is the child of honesty and courage. Say just what you mean to do, on every occasion. If a friend asks a favor, you should grant it, if it is reasonable; if not, tell him plainly why you cannot. You would wrong him and wrong yourself by equivocation of any kind.
Never do a wrong thing to make a friend or keep one. The man who requires you to do so is dearly purchased at a sacrifice. Deal kindly but firmly with all your classmates. You will find it the policy which wears best. Above all, do not appear to others what you are not.
If you have any fault to find with any one, tell him, not others, of what you complain. There is no more dangerous experiment than that of undertaking to do one thing before a man&39;s face and another behind his back. We should say and do nothing to the injury of any one. It is not only a matter of principle, but also the path of peace and hornor.
By Robert E. Lee
在世间必须学会以真诚示人：率真乃是诚实与勇敢之子。无论在何种场合，都应该道出自己的真实想法。如果朋友对你有所求，对于合情合理之请，应该欣然同意;不然，应该明明白白地告诉朋友拒绝的理由。任何模棱两可的话语将会让别人误解，也会使自己蒙受冤屈。
千万不要为了结交朋友或者挽留友情而做错一事。对你有这种要求的人也会付出沉重的代价。与同学真心相对，绝不背叛。你将发现这是最有效用的准则。总之，要以真实面目示人。
如果发现某人身有瑕疵，直接告诉他你的意见，而不是诉之他人。人前一套，背后又是一套，没有什么比这更加危机四伏。任何有损他人的言语或者事情我们都应该避免。这不仅是一种做人的原则，而且也是通向平和的人际关系、获得他人尊敬之道。
经典英语名著文章段落赏析
"I tell you I must go!" I retorted, roused to something like passion. "Do you think I can stay to become nothing to you Do you think I am an automaton--a machine without feelings and can bear to have my morsel of bread snatched from my lips, and my drop of living water dashed from my cup Do you think, because I am poor, obscure, plain, and little, I am souless and heartless You think wrong!--I have as much soul as you,--and full as much heart! And if God had gifted me with some beauty and much wealth, I should have made it as hard for you to leave me, as it is now for me to leave you. I am not talking to you now through the medium of custom, conventionalities, nor evern of mortal flesh;--it is my spirit that adresses your spirit; just as if both has passed through the grave, and we stood at God&39;s feet, equal,--as we are!"
Excerpt from Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte
“我告诉你我非走不可!”我回驳着，感情很有些冲动。“你难道认为，我会留下来甘愿做一个对你来说无足轻重的人你以为我是一架机器——一架没有感情的机器能够容忍别人把一口面包从我嘴里抢走，把一滴生命之水从我杯子里泼掉难道就因为我一贫如洗、默默无闻、长相平庸、个子瘦小，就没有灵魂和心肠了你想错了!我的心灵跟你一样丰富，我的心胸跟你一样充实!要是上帝赐予我一点姿色和财富，我会使你难以离开我，就像现在我很难离开你一样。我不是根据习俗、常规，甚至也不是血肉之躯同你说话，而是我的灵魂同你的灵魂在对话，就仿佛我们两人穿过坟墓，站在上帝脚下，彼此平等，本来就如此!”
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The Tempest
by Shakespeare
ACT I
SCENE I.
On a ship at sea: a tempestuous noise of thunder and lightning heard.
Enter a Master and a Boatswain
Master: Boatswain!
Boatswain: Here, master: what cheer
Master: Good, speak to the mariners: fall to&39;t, yarely,
or we run ourselves aground: bestir, bestir.
Exit
Enter Mariners
Boatswain: Heigh, my hearts! cheerly, cheerly, my hearts!
yare, yare! Take in the topsail. Tend to the
master&39;s whistle. Blow, till thou burst thy wind,
if room enough!
Enter ALONSO, SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, FERDINAND, GONZALO, and others
ALONSO: Good boatswain, have care. Where&39;s the master
Play the men.
Boatswain: I pray now, keep below.
ANTONIO: Where is the master, boatswain
Boatswain: Do you not hear him You mar our labour: keep your
cabins: you do assist the storm.
GONZALO: Nay, good, be patient.
Boatswain: When the sea is. Hence! What cares these roarers
for the name of king To cabin: silence! trouble us not.
GONZALO: Good, yet remember whom thou hast aboard.
Boatswain: None that I more love than myself. You are a
counsellor; if you can command these elements to
silence, and work the peace of the present, we will
not hand a rope more; use your authority: if you
cannot, give thanks you have lived so long, and make
yourself ready in your cabin for the mischance of
the hour, if it so hap. Cheerly, good hearts! Out
of our way, I say.
Exit
GONZALO: I have great comfort from this fellow: methinks he
hath no drowning mark upon him; his complexion is
perfect gallows. Stand fast, good Fate, to his
hanging: make the rope of his destiny our cable,
for our own doth little advantage. If he be not
born to be hanged, our case is miserable.
Exeunt
Re-enter Boatswain
Boatswain: Down with the topmast! yare! lower, lower! Bring
her to try with main-course.
A cry within
A plague upon this howling! they are louder than
the weather or our office.
Re-enter SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, and GONZALO
Yet again! what do you here Shall we give o&39;er
and drown Have you a mind to sink
SEBASTIAN: A pox o&39; your throat, you bawling, blasphemous,
incharitable dog!
Boatswain: Work you then.
ANTONIO: Hang, cur! hang, you whoreson, insolent noisemaker!
We are less afraid to be drowned than thou art.
GONZALO: I&39;ll warrant him for drowning; though the ship were
no stronger than a nutshell and as leaky as an
unstanched wench.
Boatswain: Lay her a-hold, a-hold! set her two courses off to
sea again; lay her off.
Enter Mariners wet
Mariners: All lost! to prayers, to prayers! all lost!
Boatswain: What, must our mouths be cold
GONZALO: The king and prince at prayers! let&39;s assist them,
For our case is as theirs.
SEBASTIAN: I&39;m out of patience.
ANTONIO: We are merely cheated of our lives by drunkards:
This wide-chapp&39;d rascal--would thou mightst lie drowning
The washing of ten tides!
GONZALO: He&39;ll be hang&39;d yet,
Though every drop of water swear against it
And gape at widest to glut him.
A confused noise within: &39;Mercy on us!&39;-- &39;We split, we split!&39;--&39;Farewell, my wife and children!&39;-- &39;Farewell, brother!&39;--&39;We split, we split, we split!&39;
ANTONIO: Let&39;s all sink with the king.
SEBASTIAN: Let&39;s take leave of him.
Exeunt ANTONIO and SEBASTIAN
GONZALO: Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea for an
acre of barren ground, long heath, brown furze, any
thing. The wills above be done! but I would fain
die a dry death.
Exeunt
SCENE II.
The island. Before PROSPERO&39;S cell.
Enter PROSPERO and MIRANDA
MIRANDA: If by your art, my dearest father, you have
Put the wild waters in this roar, allay them.
The sky, it seems, would pour down stinking pitch,
But that the sea, mounting to the welkin&39;s cheek,
Dashes the fire out. O, I have suffered
With those that I saw suffer: a brave vessel,
Who had, no doubt, some noble creature in her,
Dash&39;d all to pieces. O, the cry did knock
Against my very heart. Poor souls, they perish&39;d.
Had I been any god of power, I would
Have sunk the sea within the earth or ere
It should the good ship so have swallow&39;d and
The fraughting souls within her.
PROSPERO: Be collected:
No more amazement: tell your piteous heart
There&39;s no harm done.
MIRANDA: O, woe the day!
PROSPERO: No harm.
I have done nothing but in care of thee,
Of thee, my dear one, thee, my daughter, who
Art ignorant of what thou art, nought knowing
Of whence I am, nor that I am more better
Than Prospero, master of a full poor cell,
And thy no greater father.
MIRANDA: More to know
Did never meddle with my thoughts.
PROSPERO: &39;Tis time
I should inform thee farther. Lend thy hand,
And pluck my magic garment from me. So:
Lays down his mantle
Lie there, my art. Wipe thou thine eyes; have comfort.
The direful spectacle of the wreck, which touch&39;d
The very virtue of compassion in thee,
I have with such provision in mine art
So safely ordered that there is no soul--
No, not so much perdition as an hair
Betid to any creature in the vessel
Which thou heard&39;st cry, which thou saw&39;st sink. Sit down;
For thou must now know farther.
MIRANDA: You have often
Begun to tell me what I am, but stopp&39;d
And left me to a bootless inquisition,
Concluding &39;Stay: not yet.&39;
PROSPERO: The hour&39;s now come;
The very minute bids thee ope thine ear;
Obey and be attentive. Canst thou remember
A time before we came unto this cell
I do not think thou canst, for then thou wast not
Out three years old.
MIRANDA: Certainly, sir, I can.
PROSPERO: By what by any other house or person
Of any thing the image tell me that
Hath kept with thy remembrance.
MIRANDA: &39;Tis far off
And rather like a dream than an assurance
That my remembrance warrants. Had I not
Four or five women once that tended me
PROSPERO: Thou hadst, and more, MIRANDA. But how is it
That this lives in thy mind What seest thou else
In the dark backward and abysm of time
If thou remember&39;st aught ere thou camest here,
How thou camest here thou mayst.
MIRANDA: But that I do not.
PROSPERO: Twelve year since, MIRANDA, twelve year since,
Thy father was the Duke of Milan and
A prince of power.
MIRANDA: Sir, are not you my father
PROSPERO: Thy mother was a piece of virtue, and
She said thou wast my daughter; and thy father
Was Duke of Milan; and thou his only heir
And princess no worse issued.
MIRANDA: O the heavens!
What foul play had we, that we came from thence
Or blessed was&39;t we did
PROSPERO: Both, both, my girl:
By foul play, as thou say&39;st, were we heaved thence,
But blessedly holp hither.
MIRANDA: O, my heart bleeds
To think o&39; the teen that I have turn&39;d you to,
Which is from my remembrance! Please you, farther.
PROSPERO: My brother and thy uncle, call&39;d ANTONIO--
I pray thee, mark me--that a brother should
Be so perfidious!--he whom next thyself
Of all the world I loved and to him put
The manage of my state; as at that time
Through all the signories it was the first
And Prospero the prime duke, being so reputed
In dignity, and for the liberal arts
Without a parallel; those being all my study,
The government I cast upon my brother
And to my state grew stranger, being transported
And rapt in secret studies. Thy false uncle--
Dost thou attend me
MIRANDA: Sir, most heedfully.
PROSPERO: Being once perfected how to grant suits,
How to deny them, who to advance and who
To trash for over-topping, new created
The creatures that were mine, I say, or changed &39;em,
Or else new form&39;d &39;em; having both the key
Of officer and office, set all hearts i&39; the state
To what tune pleased his ear; that now he was
The ivy which had hid my princely trunk,
And suck&39;d my verdure out on&39;t. Thou attend&39;st not.
MIRANDA: O, good sir, I do.
PROSPERO: I pray thee, mark me.
I, thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicated
To closeness and the bettering of my mind
With that which, but by being so retired,
O&39;er-prized all popular rate, in my false brother
Awaked an evil nature; and my trust,
Like a good parent, did beget of him
A falsehood in its contrary as great
As my trust was; which had indeed no limit,
A confidence sans bound. He being thus lorded,
Not only with what my revenue yielded,
But what my power might else exact, like one
Who having into truth, by telling of it,
Made such a sinner of his memory,
To credit his own lie, he did believe
He was indeed the duke; out o&39; the substitution
And executing the outward face of royalty,
With all prerogative: hence his ambition growing--
Dost thou hear