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The king's name is a tower of strength, Which they upon the adverse party want.— Shakespeare — Richard III. Act V. Sc. 3. L. 12.
Atlas, we read in ancient song, Was so exceeding tall and strong, He bore the skies upon his back, Just as the pedler does his pack; But, as the pedler overpress'd Unloads upon a stall to rest, Or, when he can no longer stand, Desires a friend to lend a hand, So Atlas, lest the ponderous spheres Should sink, and fall about his ears, Got Hercules to bear the pile, That he might sit and rest awhile.— SWIFT — Atlas; or, the Minister of State.
So let it be in God's own might We gird us for the coming fight, And, strong in Him whose cause is ours In conflict with unholy powers, We grasp the weapons he has given, - The Light, and Truth, and Love of Heaven.— WHITTIER — The Moral Warfare.
Strange to the world, he wore a bashful look, The fields his study, nature was his book.— BLOOMFIELD — Farmer's Boy. Spring. L. 31.
The scholar who cherishes the love of comfort, is not fit to be deemed a scholar.— CONFUCIUS — Analects. Bk. XIV. Ch. III.
Who climbs the grammar-tree, distinctly knows Where noun, and verb, and participle grows. S.— DRYDEN — Sixth Satire of Juvenal. L. 583.
The studious class are their own victims; they are thin and pale, their feet are cold, their heads are hot, the night is without sleep, the day a fear of interruption, -pallor, squalor, hunger, and egotism. If you come near them and see what conceits they entertain-they are abstractionists, and spend their days and nights in dreaming some dream; in expecting the homage of society to some precious scheme built on a truth, but destitute of proportion in its presentment, of justness in its application, and of all energy of will in the schemer to embody and vitalize it.— EMERSON — Representative Men.
Montaigne Ah, pensive scholar, what is fame? A fitful tongue of leaping flame; A giddy whirlwind's fickle gust, That lifts a pinch of mortal dust; A few swift years, and who can show Which dust was Bill, and which was Joe?— O. W. HOLMES — Poems of the Class of '29. Bill and Joe. St. 7.
The world's great men have not commonly been great scholars, nor its great scholars great men.— O. W. HOLMES — The Autocrat of the
Breakfast-Table. VI. Deign on the passing world to turn thine eyes, And pause awhile from Learning to be wise; There mark what ills the scholar's life assail, Toil, envy, want, the patron, and the gaol. See nations, slowly wise and meanly just, To buried merit raise the tardy bust.— SAM'L JOHNSON — The Vanity of Human Wishes. L. 157.
Night after night, He sat and bleared his eyes with books. C.— LONGFELLOW — Christus. The Golden Legend. Pt. I.
Where should the scholar live? In solitude, or in society? in the green stillness of the country, where he can hear the heart of Nature beat, or in the dark, gray town where he can hear and feel the throbbing heart of man?— LONGFELLOW — Hyperion. Bk. I. Ch. VIII.
And then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel And shining morning face, creeping like snail Unwillingly to school.— Shakespeare — As You Like It. Act II. Sc. 7. L. 145.
He was a scholar, and a ripe and good one; Exceeding wise, fair-spoken, and persuading; Lofty and sour to them that lov'd him not; But to those men that sought him sweet as summer.— Shakespeare — Henry VIII. Act IV. Sc. 2. L. 51.
And with unwearied fingers drawing out The lines of life, from living knowledge hid.— SPENSER — Faerie Queene. Bk. IV. Canto II. St. 48.
Up! up! my Friend, and quit your books; Or surely you'll grow double: Up! up! my Friend, and clear your looks; Why all this toil and trouble?— WORDSWORTH — The Tables Turned.