be not sad because all men
prefer a lying clamour before you:
sweetheart, be at peace again—
can they dishonour you?
they are sadder than all tears;
their lives ascend as a continual sigh.
proudly answer to their tears:
as they deny, deny.
Dubliners
Tacitus on Germany
Irish Fairy Tales
The Lost Heir
The Cat of Bubastes
The Treasure of the Incas