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208 quotations from The Cyclopedia of Practical Quotations (1896), with the subject each one is filed under.
His frown was full of terror, and his voice Shook the delinquent with such fits of awe As left him not, till penitence had won Lost favor back again, and clos'd the breach.— filed under Fear
A hat not much the worse for wear.— filed under Occupations-Hatters
And Satan trembles when he sees The weakest saint upon his knees.— filed under Prayer
But what is truth? 'Twas Pilate's question put To Truth itself, that deign'd him no reply.— filed under Truth
III. Car. XXX. I had a soul above buttons. S. GEORGE COLMAN (the Younger)-Sylvester Daggerwood, or New Hay at the Old Market. Sc. 1. By low ambition and the thirst of praise.— filed under Ambition
On the summit see, The seals of office glitter in his eyes; He climbs, he pants, he grasps them! At his heels, Close at his heels, a demagogue ascends, And with a dexterous jerk soon twists him down, And wins them, but to lose them in his turn.— filed under Ambition
With spots quadrangular of diamond form, Ensanguined hearts, clubs typical of strife, And spades, the emblems of untimely graves.— filed under Amusements
When one that holds communion with the skies Has fill'd his urn where these pure waters rise, And once more mingles with us meaner things, 'Tis e'en as if an angel shook his wings.— filed under Angels
Dress drains our cellar dry, And keeps our larder lean; puts out our fires. And introduces hunger, frost, and woe, Where peace and hospitality might reign. C.— filed under Apparel
O Popular Applause! what heart of man Is proof against thy sweet, seducing charms?— filed under Applause
How soft the music of those village bells, Falling at intervals upon the ear In cadence sweet; now dying all away, Now pealing loud again, and louder still, Clear and sonorous, as the gale comes on! With easy force it opens all the cells Where Memory slept.— filed under Bells
The church-going bell. S.— filed under Bells
Goldfinch. Two goldfinches, whose sprightly song Had been their mutual solace long, Lived happy prisoners there.— filed under Birds-Falcon
Other Poems. P. 289. Domestic Happiness, thou only bliss Of Paradise, that has survived the fall!— filed under Bliss
I pity bashful men, who feel the pain Of fancied scorn and undeserved disdain, And bear the marks upon a blushing face, Of needless shame, and self-impos'd disgrace.— filed under Blushes
But oars alone can ne'er prevail To reach the distant coast; The breath of Heaven must swell the sail, Or all the toil is lost.— filed under Boating
Toll for the brave! The brave that are no more.— filed under Bravery
(XIII. Century) De Contemptu Mundi," Old Gems in New Settings." P. 75. Still ending, and beginning still.— filed under Change
An honest man, close-button'd to the chin, Broadcloth without, and a warm heart within.— filed under Character
Elegant as simplicity, and warm As ecstasy.— filed under Character
He cannot drink five bottles, bilk the score, Then kill a constable, and drink five more; But he can draw a pattern, make a tart, And has the ladies' etiquette by heart.— filed under Character
His mind his kingdom, and his will his law. γ. COWPER-Truth. Line 405. The Frenchman, easy, debonair and brisk, Give him his lass, his fiddle, and his frisk, Is always happy, reign whoever may, And laughs the sense of mis'ry far away.— filed under Character
Virtue and vice had boundaries in old time, Not to be pass'd.— filed under Character
France. 1790. True Charity, a plant divinely nurs'd.— filed under Charity
Thus neither the praise nor the blame is our own.— filed under Circumstance
The still small voice is wanted.— filed under Conscience
Ep. XLVII. 'Tis pleasant, through the loopholes of retreat, To peep at such a world; to see the stir Of the Great Babel, and not feel the crowd.— filed under Content
between Handel and Bononcini. Great contest follows, and much learned dust Involves the combatants; each claiming truth, And truth disclaiming both.— filed under Contention
But conversation, choose what theme we may, And chiefly when religion leads the way, Should flow, like waters after summer show'rs, Not as if raised by mere mechanic powers.— filed under Conversation
*** thieves at home must hang; but he that puts Into his overgorged and bloated purse The wealth of Indian provinces, escapes.— filed under Corruption
Nor rural sights alone, but rural sounds Exhilarate the spirit, and restore The tone of languid Nature. C.— filed under Country Life
They love the country, and none else, who seek For their own sake its silence and its shade. Delights which who would leave, that has a heart Susceptible of pity, or a mind Cultured and capable of sober thought.— filed under Country Life
England, with all thy faults, I love thee still- My Country! and, while yet a nook is left Where English minds and manners may be found, Shall be constrained to love thee.— filed under Country, Love Of
Without one friend, above all foes, Britannia gives the world repose.— filed under Country, Love Of
A moral, sensible, and well-bred man Will not affront me, and no other can.— filed under Courtesy
Grac'd with a sword, and worthier of a fan. C.— filed under Cowardice-Cowards
Silently as a dream the fabric rose; No sound of hammer or of saw was there.— filed under Alphonso The Wise
But many a crime deemed innocent on earth Is registered in Heaven; and these no doubt Have each their record, with a curse annex'd.— filed under Crime
Detested sport, That owes its pleasures to another's pain.— filed under Cruelty
Such dupes are men to custom, and so prone To rev'rence what is ancient, and can plead A course of long observance for its use, That even servitude, the worst of ills, Because deliver'd down from sire to son, Is kept and guarded as a sacred thing!— filed under Custom
The slaves of custom and established mode, With pack-horse constancy we keep the road Crooked or straight, through quags or thorny dells, True to the jingling of our leader's bells.— filed under Custom
The rout is Folly's circle, which she draws With magic wand. So potent is the spell, That none decoy'd into that fatal ring, Unless by Heaven's peculiar grace, escape. There we grow early gray, but never wise.— filed under Dancing
All flesh is grass, and all its glory fades Like the fair flower dishevell'd in the wind; Riches have wings, and grandeur is a dream; The man we celebrate must find a tomb, And we that worship him, ignoble graves.— filed under Death
Anticipated rents, and bills unpaid, Force many a shining youth into the shade, Not to redeem his time, but his estate, And play the fool, but at the cheaper rate. S.— filed under Debt
A worm is in the bud of youth, And at the root of age.— filed under Decay
Content. Vision IV. Stamps God's own name upon a lie just made, To turn a penny in the way of trade.— filed under Deceit
Transforms old print To zigzag manuscript, and cheats the eyes Of gallery critics by a thousand arts.— filed under Deceit
Beware of desperate steps. The darkest day, away. . L. 132. Live till to-morrow, will have pass'd— filed under Despair
All has its date below; the fatal hour Was register'd in Heav'n ere time began. We turn to dust, and all our mightiest works Die too.— filed under Destiny
Defend me, therefore, common sense, say I, From reveries so airy, from the toil Of dropping buckets into empty wells, And growing old in drawing nothing up.— filed under Disappointment
Whoe'er was edified, themselves were not.— filed under Discontent
France. Could he with reason murmur at his case, Himself sole author of his own disgrace?— filed under Disgrace
He would not, with a peremptory tone, Assert the nose upon his face his own.— filed under Doubt
Dream after dream ensues; And still they dream that they shall still succeed; And still are disappointed.— filed under Dreams
How much a dunce that has been sent to roam Excels a dunce that has been kept at home.— filed under Education
Discourse may want an animated "No" To brush the surface, and to make it flow; But still remember, if you mean to please, To press your point with modesty and ease.— filed under Eloquence
No wild enthusiast ever yet could rest, Till half mankind were like himself possess'd.— filed under Enthusiasm
Man on the dubious waves of error toss'd.— filed under Error
Now stir the fire, and close the shutters fast, Let fall the curtains, wheel the sofa round, And while the bubbling and loud-hissing urn Throws up a steamy column, and the cups, That cheer but not inebriate, wait on each, So let us welcome peaceful evening in.— filed under Evening
Author's Way of Sending Forth his Second Part of the Pilgrim. Pt. II. While fancy, like the finger of a clock, Runs the great circuit, and is still at home.— filed under Fancy
Argyleshire. Fate steals along with silent tread, Found oftenest in what least we dread; Frowns in the storm with angry brow, But in the sunshine strikes the blow.— filed under Fate
Not a flower But shows some touch, in freckle, streak or stain, Of his unrivall'd pencil.— filed under Flirting
Who loves a garden loves a greenhouse too.— filed under Flirting
As creeping ivy clings to wood or stone, And hides the ruin that it feeds upon.— filed under Flowers-Ivy
A fool must now and then be right by chance.— filed under Folly
The solemn fop; significant and budge; A fool with judges, amongst fools a judge.— filed under Folly
and Other Poems. National Lyrics, P. 213. He is the freeman whom the truth makes free, And all are slaves besides.— filed under Freedom
No, Freedom has a thousand charms to show That slaves, howe'er contented, never know.— filed under Freedom
I would not enter on my list of friends (Though graced with polish'd manners and fine sense, Yet wanting sensibility) the man Who needlessly sets foot upon a worm.— filed under Friends
She that asks Her dear five hundred friends, contemns them all, And hates their coming.— filed under Friends
The man that hails you Tom or Jack, And proves by thumps upon your back How he esteems your merit, Is such a friend, that one had need Be very much his friend indeed To pardon or to bear it. C.— filed under Friends
Right Hon. R. B. Sheridan. *** glory built On selfish principles is shame and guilt.— filed under Glory
Vale of Chamouni. Acquaint thyself with God, if thou would'st taste His works. Admitted once to his embrace, Thou shalt perceive that thou wast blind before: Thine eye shall be instructed; and thine heart Made pure shall relish with divine delight Till then unfelt, what hands divine have wrought.— filed under God
But who with filial confidence inspired, Can lift to Heaven an unpresumptuous eye, And smiling say, My Father made them all.— filed under God
The Winter Morning Walk. L. 745. God moves in a mysterious way His wonders to perform; He plants his footsteps in the sea And rides upon the storm.— filed under God
Darkness. God never meant that man should scale the Heavens By strides of human wisdom. In his works, Though wondrous, he commands us in his word To seek him rather where his mercy shines.— filed under God
Doing good, Disinterested good, is not our trade.— filed under Goodness
That good diffused may more abundant grow.— filed under Goodness
Whoever keeps an open ear For tattlers will be sure to hear The trumpet of contention.— filed under Gossip
His head, Not yet by time completely silver'd o'er, Bespoke him past the bounds of freakish youth, But strong for service still, and unimpair'd.— filed under Hair
Domestic Happiness, thou only bliss Of Paradise that hast survived the Fall!— filed under Happiness
Thus happiness depends, as Nature shows, Less on exterior things than most suppose. ر— filed under Happiness
And prate and preach about what others prove, As if the world and they were hand and glove.— filed under Hypocrisy
Subsec. 6. An idler is a watch that wants both hands; As useless if it goes as when it stands.— filed under Idleness
How various his employments whom the world Calls idle; and who justly in return Esteems that busy world an idler too!— filed under Idleness
Seek to delight, that they may mend mankind. And, while they captivate, inform the mind.— filed under Instruction
P. 219. Note. All learned, and all drunk!— filed under Intemperance
Gloriously drunk, obey the important call. S.— filed under Intemperance
Fast-anchor'd isle.— filed under Islands
Knowledge and Wisdom, far from being one, Have oft-times no connexion. Knowledge dwells In heads replete with thoughts of other men. Wisdom in minds attentive to their own.— filed under Knowledge
Knowledge is proud that he has learn'd so much; Wisdom is humble that he knows no more.— filed under Knowledge
*** Philologists, who chase A panting syllable through time and space, Start it at home, and hunt it in the dark, To Gaul, to Greece, and into Noah's Ark.— filed under Language
Here the heart May give a useful lesson to the head, And learning wiser grow without his books. Winter— filed under Learning
Then liberty, like day, Breaks on the soul, and by a flash from Heaven Fires all the faculties with glorious joy.— filed under Liberty
'Tis liberty alone that gives the flower Of fleeting life its lustre and perfume; And we are weeds without it.— filed under Liberty
XC. Men deal with life as children with their play, Who first misuse, then cast their toys away.— filed under Life
Oh, that those lips had language! Life has pass'd With me but roughly since I heard thee last.— filed under Life
Picture. Our wasted oil unprofitably burns, Like hidden lamps in old sepulchral urns.— filed under Life
What is it but a map of busy life, Its fluctuations, and its vast concerns?— filed under Life
For 'tis a truth well known to most, That whatsoever thing is lost, We seek it, ere it come to light, In every cranny but the right.— filed under Loss
VII. Gold. Our love is principle, and has its root In reason, is judicious, manly, free. S.— filed under Love
Now let us sing, long live the king.— filed under Loyalty
An honest man, close-buttoned to the chin, Broadcloth without, and a warm heart within.— filed under Bright Of Disraeli
But strive still to be a man before your mother. S.— filed under Bright Of Disraeli
So man, the moth, is not afraid, it seems, To span Omnipotence, and measure might That knows no measure, by the scanty rule And standard of his own, that is to-day, And is not ere to-morrow's sun go down.— filed under Bright Of Disraeli
A moral, sensible, and well-bred man Will not affront me, and no other can.— filed under Manners
Misses! the tale that I relate This lesson seems to carry- Choose not alone a proper mate, But proper time to marry. C.— filed under Matrimony
What peaceful hours I once enjoy'd! How sweet their memory still! But they have left an aching void The world can never fill.— filed under Memory
Mercy to him that shows it, is the rule.— filed under Mercy
How fleet is a glance of the mind! Compared with the speed of its flight, The tempest itself lags behind, And the swift-winged arrows of light.— filed under Mind
I was a stricken deer that left the herd Long since. C.— filed under Misfortune
Mountains interposed Make enemies of nations, who had else Like kindred drops been mingled into one.— filed under Mountains
With melting airs, or martial, brisk, or grave; Some chord in unison with what we hear Is touch'd within us, and the heart replies. Winter— filed under Music
Nature, exerting an unwearied power, Forms, opens, and gives scent to every flower; Spreads the fresh verdure of the field, and leads The dancing Naiads through the dewy meads.— filed under Nature
Nor rural sights alone, but rural sounds, Exhilarate the spirit, and restore The tone of languid Nature.— filed under Nature
And hast thou sworn on every slight pretence, Till perjuries are common as bad pence, While thousands, careless of the damning sin, Kiss the book's outside, who ne'er look'd within?— filed under November
They fix attention, heedless of your pain, With oaths like rivets forced into the brain; And e'en when sober truth prevails throughout, They swear it, till affirmance breeds a doubt.— filed under November
74 Epigrams of Homer. The Translator's . Epilogue: L. Our wasted oil unprofitably burns, L. 357. Like hidden lamps in old sepulchral urns.— filed under Obscurity
Habits of close attention, thinking heads, Become more rare as dissipation spreads, Till authors hear at length one general cry Tickle and entertain us, or we die!— filed under Occupations-Alchemy
None but an author knows an author's cares, Or Fancy's fondness for the child she bears.— filed under Occupations-Alchemy
So that the jest is clearly to be seen, Not in the words-but in the gap between; Manner is all in all, whate'er is writ, The substitute for genius, sense, and wit.— filed under Occupations-Alchemy
Ingenious Fancy, never better pleased Than when employ'd t' accommodate the fair, Heard the sweet moan of pity, and devised The soft settee; one elbow at each end, And in the midst an elbow it received, United yet divided, twain at once.— filed under Occupations-Authorship
Joint-stools were then created; on three legs Upborne they stood. Three legs upholding firm A massy slab, in fashion square or round. On such a stool immortal Alfred sat.— filed under Occupations-Cabinet-Making
Necessity invented stools, Convenience next suggested elbow-chairs, And Luxury the accomplish'd Sofa last.— filed under Occupations-Cabinet-Making
Last Stanza. Did Charity prevail, the press would prove A vehicle of virtue, truth, and love.— filed under Occupations-Jeweler
He comes, the herald of a noisy world, With spatter'd boots, strapp'd waist, and frozen locks; News from all nations lumbering at his back.— filed under Occupations-Jeweler
They (corporations) cannot commit treason, nor be outlawed, nor excommunicated, for they have no souls. и. SIR EDWARD COKE-Reports. Vol. V. The Case of Sutton's Hospital. A business with an income at its heels.— filed under Occupations-Medicine
He stands erect; his slouch becomes a walk; He steps right onward, martial in his air, His form and movement.— filed under Occupations-Military
I cannot talk with civet in the room, A fine puss gentleman that's all perfume.— filed under Occupations-Painting
A kick that scarce would move a horse, May kill a sound divine.— filed under Occupations-Post
He that negotiates between God and man, As God's ambassador, the grand concerns Of judgment and of mercy, should beware Of lightness in his speech.— filed under Occupations-Post
I venerate the man whose heart is warm, Whose hands are pure, whose doctrine and whose life, Coincident, exhibit lucid proof That he is honest in the sacred cause.— filed under Occupations-Post
There goes the parson, oh illustrious spark! And there, scarce less illustrious, goes the clerk.— filed under Occupations-Post
Little Note. The things that mount the rostrum with a skip, And then skip down again, pronounce a text, Cry hem; and reading what they never wrote Just fifteen minutes, huddle up their work, And with a well-bred whisper close the scene!— filed under Occupations-Post
This priest he merry is, and blithe Three-quarters of a year, But oh! it cuts him like a scythe When tithing time draws near.— filed under Occupations-Post
Would I describe a preacher, * * * * * * I would express him simple, grave, sincere; In doctrine uncorrupt; in language plain, And plain in manner; decent, solemn, chaste, And natural in gesture; much impress'd Himself, as conscious of his awful charge, And anxious mainly that the flock he feeds May feel it too; affectionate in look, And tender in address, as well becomes A messenger of grace to guilty men.— filed under Occupations-Post
The sounding jargon of the schools.— filed under Occupations-Tailoring
Pernicious weed! whose scent the fair annoys, Unfriendly to society's chief joys, Thy worst effect is banishing for hours The sex whose presence civilizes ours.— filed under Occupations-Teaching
The pipe, with solemn interposing puff, Makes half a sentence at a time enough; The dozing sages drop the drowsy strain, Then pause, and puff-and speak, and pause again.— filed under Occupations-Teaching
O for a lodge in some vast wilderness, Some boundless contiguity of shade; Where rumor of oppression and deceit, Of unsuccessful or successful war, Might never reach me more.— filed under Peace
Who pleases one against his will. CONGREVE The Way of the World. Epilogue. Pleasure admitted in undue degree Enslaves the will, nor leaves the judgment free.— filed under Aaron Burr
That, though on pleasure she was bent, She had a frugal mind.— filed under Aaron Burr
Made poetry a mere mechanic art.— filed under Poetry
And spare the poet for his subject's sake.— filed under Poets
There is a pleasure in poetic pains, Which only poets know.— filed under Poets
S. They best can judge a poet's worth, Who oft themselves have known The pangs of a poetic birth By labours of their own.— filed under Poets
Some shout him, and some hang upon his car, To gaze in his eyes, and bless him. Maidens wave Their 'kerchiefs, and old women weep for joy; While others, not so satisfied, unhorse The gilded equipage, and turning loose His steeds, usurp a place they well deserve.— filed under Popularity
the Knife-Grinder. The beggarly last doit.— filed under Poverty
Vale of Chamouni. Last line. Praise enough To fill the ambition of a private man, That Chatham's language was his mothertongue.— filed under Praise
resume to lay their hand upon the ark Of her magnificent and awful cause.— filed under Presumption
All flesh is grass, and all its glory fades.— filed under Proverbs
God made the country, and man made the town.— filed under Proverbs
He that runs may read.— filed under Proverbs
Some people are more nice than wise.— filed under Iii
Behind a frowning providence He hides a smiling face.— filed under Providence
'Tis Providence alone secures In every change both mine and yours. jj.— filed under Providence
See HAYES' Ballads of Ireland. 1834. Vol. I. P. 191. Attributed to Cromwell. Beware of desperate steps. The darkest day, Live till to-morrow, will have pass'd away.— filed under Prudence
The mind, relaxing into needful sport, Should turn to writers of an abler sort, Whose wit well managed, and whose classic style, Give truth a lustre, and make wisdom smile.— filed under Reading
All zeal for a reform, that gives offence To peace and charity, is mere pretence.— filed under Reformation
Pity! Religion has so seldom found A skilful guide into poetic ground! The flowers would spring where'er she deign'd to stray, And every muse attend her in her way.— filed under Religion
Religion does not censure or exclude Unnumbered pleasures, harmlessly pursued.— filed under Religion
Religion, if in heavenly truths attired, Needs only to be seen to be admired.— filed under Religion
The Cross! There, and there only (though the deist rave, And atheist, if Earth bears so base a slave); There and there only, is the power to save.— filed under Religion
Give what thou canst, without thee we are poor; And with thee rich, take what thou wilt away.— filed under Resignation
Absence of occupation is not rest; A mind quite vacant is a mind distress'd.— filed under Rest
'Tis Revelation satisfies all doubts, Explains all mysteries except her own, And so illuminates the path of life, That fools discover it, and stray no more.— filed under Revelation
Unless a love of virtue light the flame, Satire is, more than those he brands, to blame; He hides behind a magisterial air His own offences, and strips others' bare.— filed under Scandal
Assail'd by scandal and the tongue of strife, His only answer was a blameless life; And he that forged, and he that threw the dart, Had each a brother's interest in his heart.— filed under Scandal
Prologue. L. 4. A glory gilds the sacred page, Majestic like the sun, It gives a light to every age, It gives, but borrows none.— filed under Scripture
Spring hangs her infant blossoms on the trees, Rock'd in the cradle of the western breeze.— filed under Sculpture
O Winter! ruler of the inverted year, * * * * * * I crown thee king of intimate delights, Fireside enjoyments, home-born happiness, And all the comforts that the lowly roof Of undisturb'd Retirement, and the hours Of long uninterrupted evening, know.— filed under Sows
We are his, To serve him nobly in the common cause, True to the death, but not to be his slaves.— filed under Service
The silente man still suffers wrong. The Rock of Regard. J. P. COLLIER'S Reprint. 1576. Silently as a dream the fabric rose; No sound of hammer or of saw was there.— filed under Silence
Sin let loose speaks punishment at hand.— filed under Sin
at the Free-Soil National Convention. Aug. 9, 1848. I would not have a slave to till my ground, To carry me, to fan me while I sleep, And tremble when I wake, for all the wealth That sinews bought and sold have ever earn'd.— filed under Slavery
Slaves cannot breathe in England; if their lungs Receive our air, that moment they are free; They touch our country, and their shackles fall.— filed under Slavery
How sweet, how passing sweet is solitude? But grant me still a friend in my retreat, Whom I may whisper-solitude is sweet.— filed under Solitude
I am monarch of all I survey, My right there is none to dispute, From the centre all round to the sea, I am lord of the fowl and the brute.— filed under Solitude
by Alexander Selkirk. Oh, for a lodge in some vast wilderness, Some boundless contiguity of shade, Where rumour of oppression and deceit, Of unsuccessful or successful war, Might never reach me more!— filed under Solitude
O solitude, where are the charms That sages have seen in thy face? Better dwell in the midst of alarms, Than reign in this horrible place. S.— filed under Solitude
by Alexander Selkirk. Prison'd in a parlour snug and small, Like bottled wasps upon a southern wall.— filed under Solitude
Westminster Abbey. The path of sorrow, and that path alone, Leads to the land where sorrow is unknown.— filed under Sorrow
A story, in which native humour reigns, Is often useful, always entertains; A graver fact, enlisted on your side, May furnish illustration, well applied; But sedentary weavers of long tales Give me the fidgets, and my patience fails.— filed under Story-Telling
Hast thou not learn'd what thou art often told, A truth still sacred, and believed of old, That no success attends on spears and swords Unblest, and that the battle is the Lord's?— filed under Success
There is in souls a sympathy with sounds.— filed under Sympathy
Words learn'd by rote a parrot may rehearse, But talking is not always to converse, Not more distinct from harmony divine The constant creaking of a country sign.— filed under Talk
And the tear that is wiped with a little address, May be follow'd perhaps by a smile.— filed under Tears
Call'd to the temple of impure delight He that abstains, and he alone, does right. If a wish wander that way, call it home; He cannot long be safe whose wishes roam. C.— filed under Temperance
Part II. In indolent vacuity of thought.— filed under Thought
Time, as he passes us, has a dove's wing, Unsoil'd, and swift, and of a silken sound.— filed under Time
No tree in all the grove but has its charms, Though each its hue peculiar.— filed under Treason
But truths on which depends our main concern, That 'tis our shame and misery not to learn, Shine by the side of every path we tread With such a lustre he that runs may read.— filed under Truth
For truth is unwelcome, however divine.— filed under Truth
S. The earth was made so various, that the mind Of desultory man, studious of change And pleased with novelty, might be indulged.— filed under Variety
Variety's the very spice of life, That gives it all its flavour.— filed under Variety
And he by no uncommon lot Was famed for virtues he had not.— filed under Virtue
The only amaranthine flower on earth Is virtue.— filed under Virtue
But war's a game, which, were their subjects wise, Kings would not play at.— filed under War
Hence jarring sectaries may learn Their real interest to discern; That brother should not war with brother, And worry and devour each other.— filed under War
Song. Ten thousand casks, Forever dribbling out their base contents, Touch'd by the Midas finger of the state, Bleed gold for ministers to sport away. Drink, and be mad then; 'tis your country bids!— filed under Wine And Spirits
But they whom truth and wisdom lead Can gather honey from a weed.— filed under Wisdom
L, 35. It seems the part of wisdom.— filed under Wisdom
Knowledge is proud that he has learn'd so much; Wisdom is humble that he knows no more.— filed under Wisdom
Wisdom and goodness are twin-born, one heart Must hold both sisters, never seen apart.— filed under Wisdom
His wit invites you by his looks to come, But when you knock, it never is at home.— filed under Wit
Wit, now and then, struck smartly, shows a spark.— filed under Wit
hour-glass. Such stuff the world is made of.— filed under Work
Be it a weakness, it deserves some praise, We love the play-place of our early days; The scene is touching, and the heart is stone, That feels not at that sight, and feels at none.— filed under Wrongs