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Philosophy. Moral Motive Power. Beauty doth varnish age.— filed under Beauty
Beauty is bought by judgment of the eye, Not utter'd by base sale of chapmen's tongues.— filed under Beauty
The cuckoo then on every tree, Mocks married men; for thus sings he, Cuckoo! Cuckoo! Cuckoo! O word of fear, Unpleasing to a married ear.— filed under Birds-Cuckoo
Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit; Tu-who, a merry note.— filed under Birds-Owl
This fellow pecks up wit as pigeons pease.— filed under Birds-Raven
Thou pigeon-egg of discretion.— filed under Birds-Raven
Sir, he hath never fed of the dainties that are bred in a book.— filed under Books
An old man, broken with the storms of state, Is come to lay his weary bones among ye; Give him a little earth for charity! и. Henry VIII. Act. IV. Sc. 2. L. 21. A tear for pity and a hand Open as day for melting charity. Henry IV. Pt. II. Act. IV. Sc. 4. L. 31. Charity itself fulfils the law, And who can sever love from charity?— filed under Charity
Had she been light, like you, Of such a merry, nimble, stirring spirit, She might ha' been a grandam ere she died; And so may you; for a light heart lives long.— filed under Childhood
Brave conquerors! for so you are That war against your own affections, And the huge army of the world's desires.— filed under Conquest
Muster your wits: stand in your own defence; Or hide your heads like cowards, and fly hence.— filed under Courage
They have measured many a mile, To tread a measure with you on this grass.— filed under Dancing
Why, all delights are vain; and that most vain, Which with pain purchas'd, doth inherit pain.— filed under Delight
I have seen the day of wrong through the little hole of discretion.— filed under Discretion
And men sit down to that nourishment which is called supper.— filed under Eating
* Isocrates, the celebrated Orator of Greece. That aged ears play truant at his tales And younger hearings are quite ravished; So sweet and voluble is his discourse.— filed under Eloquence
GODS (THE). As sweet and musical As bright Apollo's lute, strung with his hair; And when Love speaks, the voice of all the gods Makes heaven drowsy with the harmony.— filed under Bias
This senior-junior, giant-dwarf, Dan Cupid : Regent of love-rhymes, lord of folded arms, The anointed sovereign of sighs and groans, Liege of all loiterers and malcontents.— filed under Bias
Alack, there lies more peril in thine eye Than twenty of their swords. Romeo and Juliet-Act II. Sc. 2. L. 71. A lover's eyes will gaze an eagle blind.— filed under Eyes
For where is any author in the world Teaches such beauty as a woman's eye?— filed under Eyes
Let fame, that all hunt after in their lives, Live register'd upon our brazen tombs.— filed under Fame
Fat paunches have lean pates, and dainty bits Make rich the ribs, but bankrupt quite the wits.— filed under Festivities
To wail friends lost Is not by much so wholesome-profitable, As to rejoice at friends but newly found.— filed under Friends
God give him grace to groan!— filed under Gratitude
Letter XII. Black is the badge of hell, The hue of dungeons and the suit of night.— filed under Help
O thou monster, Ignorance, how deformed dost thou look! S.— filed under Imagination
The best in this kind are but shadows; and the worst are no worse, if imagination amend them. Midsummer-Night's Dream. Act V. Sc. 1. L. 213. The lunatic, the lover and the poet Are of imagination all compact. Midsummer-Night's Dream. Act V. Sc. 1. L. 7. This is a gift that I have, simple, simple; a foolish extravagant spirit, full of forms, figures, shapes, objects, ideas, apprehensions, motions, revolutions; these are begot in the ventricle of memory, nourished in the womb of pia mater, and delivered upon the mellowing of occasion.— filed under Imagination
Sweet fellowship in shame! One drunkard loves another of the name.— filed under Invention
A jest's prosperity lies in the ear Of him that hears it, never in the tongue Of him that makes it.— filed under Jesting
Too much to know is to know naught but fame.— filed under Knowledge
Sweet smoke of rhetoric!— filed under Language
O, I am stabb'd with laughter.— filed under Laughter
Learning is but an adjunct to ourself And where we are our learning likewise is.— filed under Leisure
Newton. Light seeking light doth light of light beguile: So, ere you find where light in darkness lies, Your light grows dark by losing of your eyes.— filed under Light
Where shall the lover rest, Whom the fates sever From his true maiden's breast, Parted for ever? Where, through groves deep and high, Sounds the far billow, Where early violets die, Under the willow. ScoTT-Marmion. Canto III. St. 10. A lover's eyes will gaze an eagle blind. A lover's ear will hear the lowest sound.— filed under Love
And when Love speaks, the voice of all the gods Makes heaven drowsy with the harmony.— filed under Love
Love's tongue proves dainty Bacchus gross in taste: For valour, is not Love a Hercules, Still climbing trees in the Hesperides?— filed under Love
Love, whose month is ever May, Spied a blossom passing fair Playing in the wanton air: Through the velvet leaves the wind, All unseen can passage find; That the lover, sick to death, Wish himself the heaven's breath.— filed under Love
You would for paradise break faith and troth, And Jove, for your love, would infringe an oath.— filed under Love
A world-without-end bargain.— filed under Matrimony
But a merrier man, Within the limit of becoming mirth, I never spent an hour's talk withal.— filed under Merriment
One whom the music of his own vain tongue Doth ravish like enchanting harmony.— filed under Music
Or, having sworn too hard a keeping oath, Study to break it and not break my troth.— filed under Oaths
What fool is not so wise To lose an oath to win a paradise?— filed under Oaths
These earthly godfathers of heaven's lights That give a name to every fixed star Have no more profit of their shining nights Than those that walk, and wot not what they are.— filed under Occupations-Alchemy
Devise, wit; write, pen; for I am for whole volumes in folio.— filed under Occupations-Authorship
Ever out of frame, And never going aright, being a watch, But being watch'd that it may still go right!— filed under Occupations-Jeweler
Bold of your worthiness, we single you As our best-moving fair solicitor.— filed under Occupations-Law
To things of sale a seller's praise belongs.— filed under Occupations-Military
The letter is too long by half a mile.— filed under Occupations-Post
New. Nature's Lesson. Why, all delights are vain; but that most vain, Which, with pain purchas'd, doth inherit pain.— filed under Pain
A high hope for a low heaven: God grant us patience!— filed under Patience
O for a Muse of fire, that would ascend The brightest heaven of invention. Henry V. Chorus. L. 1. The elegancy, facility, and golden cadence of poesy. и.— filed under Poetry
Never durst poet touch a pen to write Until his ink were temper'd with Love's sighs.— filed under Poets
The ladies call him sweet; The stairs, as he treads on them, kiss his feet.— filed under Popularity
A heavy heart bears not a humble tongue.— filed under Proverbs
They have been at a great feast of languages, and stolen the scraps.— filed under Rain
He hath never fed of the dainties that are bred in a book; he hath not eat paper, as it were; he hath not drunk ink: his intellect is not replenished; he is only an animal, only sensible in the duller parts.— filed under Reading
The tongues of mocking wenches are as keen As is the razor's edge invisible, Cutting a smaller hair than may be seen Above the sense of sense; so sensible Seemeth their conference; their conceits have wings Fleeter than arrows, bullets, wind, thought, swifter things. X.— filed under Scandal
SEASONS (THE)-SPRING. When daisies pied, and violets blue, And lady-smocks all silver-white, And cuckoo-buds of yellow hue Do paint the meadows with delight.— filed under Sculpture
When icicles hang by the wall, And Dick, the shepherd, blows his nail, And Tom bears logs into the hall, And milk comes frozen home in pail, When blood is nipp'd and ways be foul, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit; Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.— filed under Sows
So study evermore is overshot; While it doth study to have what it would It doth forget to do the thing it should, And when it hath the thing it hunteth most, 'Tis won as towns with fire, so won, so lost.— filed under Stupidity
Study is like the heaven's glorious sun That will not be deep-searched with saucy looks; Small have continual plodders ever won, Save base authority from others' books.— filed under Stupidity
What is the end of study? Let me know? Why, that to know, which else we should not know. Things hid and barr'd, you mean, from common sense? Ay, that is study's god-like recompense. S.— filed under Stupidity
Mirth cannot move a soul in agony. S.— filed under Suicide
That instant shut My woeful self up in a mourning house, Raining the tears of lamentation.— filed under Tears
Devils soonest tempt, resembling spirits of light.— filed under Temptation
Where nothing wants that want itself doth seek.— filed under Wishes
His eye begets occasion for his wit; For every object that the one doth catch, The other turns to a mirth-moving jest.— filed under Wit
A child of our grandmother Eve, a female; or, for thy more sweet understanding, a woman. น.— filed under Woman
Fair ladies mask'd are roses in their bud: Dismask'd, their damask sweet commixture shown, Are angels veiling clouds, or roses blown.— filed under Woman
Good words are better than bad strokes. Julius Cæsar. Act V. Sc. 1. L. 29. He draweth out the thread of his verbosity finer than the staple of his argument.— filed under Words
Why, universal plodding poisons up The nimble spirits in the arteries, As motion and long-during action tires The sinewy vigour of the traveller. Sc.— filed under Work