Nathan the Wise; a dramatic poem in five acts

What, Daya, did my father really say I might expect him, every instant, here? That meant—now did it not? he would come soon. And yet how many instants have rolled by!— But who w...

Aye—aye—he’s very right—the patriarch is— In fact of all that he has sent me after Not much turns out his way—Why put on me Such business and no other? I don’t care To coax and...

Yes, Daya, thanks, That I have reached Jerusalem in safety. But wherefore this _at last_? Did I intend, Or was it possible to come back sooner? As I was forced to travel, out an...

Play the ignorant— As if it were not purposely thou losest. I find not my account in ’t; for, besides That such a game yields very little pastime, When have I not, by losing, wo...

Here lies the money still, and no one finds The dervis yet—he’s probably got somewhere Over a chess-board. Play would often make The man forget himself, and why not, me. Patienc...