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Here comes a man of comfort, whose advice Hath often still'd my brawling discontent.— filed under Affection
I love the people, But do not like to stage me to their eyes; Though it do well, I do not relish well Their loud applause, and Aves vehement; Nor do I think the man of safe discretion, That does affect it.— filed under Argument
She hath prosperous art When she will play with reason and discourse, And well she can persuade.— filed under Art
Thus can the demi-god Authority Make us pay down for our offense by weight. C.— filed under Authority
That in the captain's but a choleric word, Which in the soldier is flat blasphemy.— filed under Blasphemy
Lay by all nicety and prolixious blushes, That banish what they sue for.— filed under Blushes
No might nor greatness in mortality Can censure 'scape; back-wounding calumny The whitest virtue strikes. What king so strong, Can tie the gall up in the slanderous tongue?— filed under Butchering
O do not slander him, for he is kind; Right As snow in harvest. Richard III. Act 1. Sc. 4. L. 247. O, he sits high in all the people's hearts: And that which would appear offence in us. His countenance, like richest alchemy, Will change to virtue and to worthiness. Julius Cæsar. Act 1. Sc. 3. L. 157. There is a kind of character in thy life, That to the observer doth thy history Fully unfold.— filed under Character
For 'tis a physic That's bitter to sweet end.— filed under Criticism
If I must die I will encounter darkness as a bride, And hug it in mine arms. S.— filed under Death
The weariest and most loathed worldly life That age, ache, penury and imprisonment Can lay on nature, is a paradise To what we fear of death.— filed under Death
To be imprison'd in the viewless winds, And blown with restless violence roundabout The pendent world; or to be worse than worst Of those, that lawless and incertain thought Imagine howling; 'tis too horrible!— filed under Death
What's yet in this, That bears the name of life? Yet in this life Lie hid more thousand deaths: yet death we fear, That makes these odds all even.— filed under Death
Who shall decide when doctors disagree, And soundest casuists doubt, like you and me? น. POPE-Moral Essays. Ep. III. Be absolute for death; either death or life Shall thereby be the sweeter.— filed under Decision
If he had been as you and you as he, You would have slipt like him.— filed under Destiny
C. Our doubts are traitors And make us lose the good we oft might win By fearing to attempt.— filed under Doubt
O cunning enemy, that, to catch a saint, With saints dost bait thy hook!— filed under Enjoyment
It may be right; but you are i' the wrong To speak before your time.— filed under Eternity
Thieves for their robbery have authority When judges steal themselves.— filed under Example
Condemn the fault, and not the actor of it? Why, every fault's condemn'd ere it be done; Mine were the very cipher of a function, To fine the faults whose fine stands in record, And let go by the actor.— filed under Faults
Go to your bosom; Knock there, and ask your heart what it your heart what it doth know That's like my brother's fault.— filed under Faults
Ay, but to die, and go we know not where; To lie in cold obstruction and to rot.— filed under Futurity
He who the sword of heaven will bear Should be as holy as severe; Pattern in himself to know, Grace to stand, and virtue go; More nor less to others paying Than by self-offences weighing. Shame to him whose cruel striking Kills for faults of his own liking!— filed under Holiness
The miserable have no other medicine But only hope: I 've hope to live, and am prepar'd to die.— filed under Hope
O, what may man within him hide, Though angel on the outward side!?— filed under Hypocrisy
Look, here's the warrant, Claudio, for thy death: 'Tis now dead midnight, and by eight tomorrow Thou must be made immortal.— filed under Immortality
And the poor beetle that we tread upon, In corporal sufferance finds a pang as great As when a giant dies.— filed under Insects-Flea
He who the sword of heaven will bear Should be as holy as severe; Pattern in himself to know, Grace to stand, and virtue go; More nor less to others paying Than by self-offenses weighing. Shame to him, whose cruel striking Kills for faults of his own liking!— filed under Judges
How would you be, If He, which is the top of judgment, should But judge you as you are?— filed under Judgment
O judgment! thou art fled to brutish beasts, And men have lost their reason! Julius Cæsar. Act III. Sc. 2. L. 109- The jury, passing on the prisoner's life, May in the sworn twelve have a thief or two Guiltier than him they try. и.— filed under Judgment
I show it most of all when I show justice; For then I pity those I do not know, Which a dismiss'd offence would after gall; And do him right that, answering one foul wrong, Lives not to act another. S.— filed under Justice
Take, O take those lips away, That so sweetly were foresworn; And those eyes, the break of day, Lights that do mislead the morn; But my kisses bring again, Seals of love, but sealed in vain.— filed under Kisses
Mercy is not itself, that oft looks so; Pardon is still the nurse of second woe.— filed under Mercy
Though music oft hath such a charm To make bad good, and good provoke to harm.— filed under Music
We have strict statutes and most biting laws.— filed under Occupations-Law
We must not make a scarecrow of the law, Setting it up to fear the birds of prey, And let it keep one shape, till custom make it Their perch and not their terror.— filed under Occupations-Law
OCCUPATIONS-PRINTING. 451 He who the sword of heaven will bear Should be as holy as severe; Pattern in himself to know, Grace to stand, and virtue go.— filed under Occupations-Preaching
When I would pray and think, I think and pray To several subjects; Heaven hath my empty words.— filed under Prayer
and Religion. Conception of God. P. 426. But man, proud man, Drest in a little brief authority, Most ignorant of what he's most assur'd, His glassy essence, like an angry ape, Plays such fantastic tricks before high heaven, As make the angels weep. Sc.— filed under Pride
Why, all the souls that are were forfeit once; And He that might the vantage best have took Found out the remedy.— filed under Reformation
Under your good correction, I have seen, When, after execution, judgment hath Repented o'er his doom.— filed under Repentance
Go to your bosom; Knock there, and ask your heart what it doth know.— filed under Self-Examination
O, fie, fie, fie! Thy sin's not accidental, but a trade.— filed under Sin
Some rise by sin, and some by virtue fall; Some run from breaks of ice, and answer none: And some condemned for a fault alone.— filed under Sin
Spirits are not finely touched But to fine issues.— filed under Spirits
The unfolding star calls up the shepherd.— filed under Stars
Blow wind, swell billow, and swim bark! The storm is up, and all is on the hazard. C. Julius Cæsar. Act V. Sc. 1. L. 67. I have seen tempests, when the scolding winds Have riv'd the knotty oaks, and I have seen The ambitious ocean swell and rage and foam, To be exalted with the threat'ning clouds But never till to-night, never till now, Did I go through a tempest dropping fire. Julius Cæsar. Act I. Sc. 3. L. 5. Merciful Heaven, Thou rather with thy sharp and sulphurous bolt Split'st the unwedgeable and gnarled oak 'Than the soft myrtle.— filed under Storm
O, it is excellent To have a giant's strength, but it is tyrannous To use it like a giant.— filed under Strength
And he, a marble to her tears, is washed with them, but relents not.— filed under Tears
I am that way going to temptation, Where prayers cross.— filed under Temptation
Most dangerous Is that temptation that doth goad us on To sin in loving virtue.— filed under Temptation
Thieves for their robbery have authority When judges steal themselves.— filed under Thought
'Gainst the tooth of time And razure of oblivion.— filed under Time
Truth is truth To the end of reckoning.— filed under Truth
Virtue is bold, and goodness never fearful. Sc.— filed under Virtue
If thou art rich, thou art poor; For, like an ass whose back with ingots bows, Thou bear'st thy heavy riches but a journey, And death unloads thee.— filed under Wealth
Great men may jest with saints; 'tis wit in them; But, in the less, foul profanation. X.— filed under Wit