Ye gentlemen of England / That live at home at ease, / Ah! little do you think upon / The dangers of the seas. Martyn Parker.
Ye gods, it doth amaze me / A man of such a feeble temper should / So get the start of the majestic world / And bear the palm alone. Jul. Cæs., i. 2.
Ye good yeomen, whose limbs were made in 15 England. Hen. V., iii. 1.
Ye hae a stalk o' carl-hemp in you. Sc. Pr.
Ye have not chosen me, but I have chosen you. Jesus to his disciples.
Ye mariners of England, / That guard our native seas, / Whose flag has braved a thousand years / The battle and the breeze. Campbell.
Ye may darken over the blue heavens, ye vapoury masses in the sky. It matters not! Beyond the howling of that wrath, beyond the blackness of those clouds, there shines, unaltered and serene, the moon that shone in Paradise.... The moon that promises a paradise restored. Mrs. Gatty.
Ye men of gloom and austerity, who paint the 20 face of Infinite Benevolence with an eternal frown, read in the everlasting book, wide open to your view, the lesson it would teach. Its pictures are not in black and sombre hues, but bright and glowing tints; its music—save when ye drown it—is not in sighs and groans, but songs and cheerful sounds. Listen to the million voices in the summer air, and find one dismal as your own. Dickens.
Ye shall know them by their fruits. Jesus.
Ye stars! which are the poetry of heaven!... In our aspirations to be great, / Our destinies o'erleap their mortal state, / And claim a kindred with you; for ye are / A beauty and a mystery, and create / In us such love and reverence from afar, / That fortune, fame, power, life, have named themselves a star. Byron.