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Chaos: Quotations from Cyclopedia of Practical Quotations

This sad vicissitude of things.— LAURENCE STERNE — Sermons. XVI.

The Character of Shimel. The life of any one can by no means be changed after death; an evil life can in no wise be converted into a good life, or an infernal into an angelic life: because every spirit, from head to foot, is of the character of his love, and, therefore, of his life; and to convert this life into its opposite, would be to destroy the spirit utterly.— SWEDENBORG — Heaven and Hell. 527.

White rose in red rose-garden Is not so white; Snowdrops, that plead for pardon And pine for fright Because the hard East blows Over their maiden vows, Grow not as this face grows from pale to bright.— SWINBURNE — Before the Mirror.

Not in vain the distance beacons. Forward, forward let us range. Let the great world spin forever down the ringing grooves of change.— TENNYSON — Locksley Hall. St. 91.

The stone that is rolling, can gather no moss. Who often removeth is suer of loss.— TUSSER — Five Hundred Points of Good Husbandry. Lessons. St. 46.

Life is arched with changing skies: Rarely are they what they seem: Children we of smiles and sighs- Much we know, but more we dream.— WILLIAM WINTER — Light and Shadow.

"A jolly place," said he, "in times of old! But something ails it now; the spot is curst."— WORDSWORTH — Hart-leap Well. Pt. II.

As high as we have mounted in delight In our dejection do we sink as low.— WORDSWORTH — Resolution and

S. Independence. St.

Temple and tower went down, nor left a site:- Chaos of ruins!— BYRON — Childe Harold. Canto IV. St. 80.

The chaos of events.— BYRON — The Prophecy of Dante. Canto II. L. 6.

The world was void, The populous and the powerful was a lump, Seasonless, herbless, treeless, manless, life less- A lump of death-a chaos of hard clay.— BYRON — Darkness. L. 69.

Chaos, that reigns here In double night of darkness and of shades.— MILTON — Comus. L. 334.

Fate shall yield To fickle Chance, and Chaos judge the strife.— MILTON — Paradise Lost. Bk. II. L. 232.

Where eldest Night And Chaos, ancestors of nature, hold Eternal anarchy, amidst the noise Of endless wars, and by confusion stand.— MILTON — Paradise Lost. Bk. II. L. 894.

Lo: thy dread empire, Chaos, is restored; Light dies before thy uncreating word: Thy hand, great Anarch! lets the curtain fall; And universal darkness buries all.— POPE — Dunciad. Bk. IV. L. 649.

Then rose the seed of Chaos, and of Night, To blot out order and extinguish light.— POPE — The Dunciad. Bk. IV. L. 13.

For he being dead, with him is beauty slain, And, beauty dead, black chaos comes again. Venus and Adonis. L. 1,019. Nay, had I power, I should Pour the sweet milk of concord into hell, Uproar the universal peace, confound All unity on earth.— Shakespeare — Macbeth. Act IV. Sc. 3. L. 97.