Essence of wisdom, distilled from the flowers of ancient and modern literature, by A. Walker1873 |
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Strana 14
... thou lack'st , and that breath wilt thou lose . Shakespeare . ADVICE . For pleasure and revenge Have ears more deaf than adders , to the voice Of any true decision . Shakespeare . Friendly counsel cuts off many foes . Shakespeare . Good ...
... thou lack'st , and that breath wilt thou lose . Shakespeare . ADVICE . For pleasure and revenge Have ears more deaf than adders , to the voice Of any true decision . Shakespeare . Friendly counsel cuts off many foes . Shakespeare . Good ...
Strana 19
... thou ? Have not I Shelley . An arm as big as thine ? a heart as big ? Thy words , I grant , are bigger ; for I wear not My dagger in my mouth . Shakespeare . The more men talk about their loyalty , their love , and their religion , the ...
... thou ? Have not I Shelley . An arm as big as thine ? a heart as big ? Thy words , I grant , are bigger ; for I wear not My dagger in my mouth . Shakespeare . The more men talk about their loyalty , their love , and their religion , the ...
Strana 20
... thou , then , thou worm of five feet long ? Thou art neither fair , nor strong , nor wise , nor rich , nor young . BEAUTY . My beauty , though but mean , Quarles . Needs not the painted flourish of your praise ; Beauty is bought by ...
... thou , then , thou worm of five feet long ? Thou art neither fair , nor strong , nor wise , nor rich , nor young . BEAUTY . My beauty , though but mean , Quarles . Needs not the painted flourish of your praise ; Beauty is bought by ...
Strana 27
... thou as chaste as ice , as pure as snow , thou shalt not escape calumny . Shakespeare . I am beholden to calumny , that she hath so endeavoured and taken pains to belie me . It shall make me set a surer guard on myself , and keep a ...
... thou as chaste as ice , as pure as snow , thou shalt not escape calumny . Shakespeare . I am beholden to calumny , that she hath so endeavoured and taken pains to belie me . It shall make me set a surer guard on myself , and keep a ...
Strana 35
... true ; Shakespeare . And it must follow , as the night the day , Thou can'st not then be false to any man . Shakespeare . A woman impudent and mannish grown Is not more loath'd THE ESSENCE OF WISDOM . 35 Consistency 35,
... true ; Shakespeare . And it must follow , as the night the day , Thou can'st not then be false to any man . Shakespeare . A woman impudent and mannish grown Is not more loath'd THE ESSENCE OF WISDOM . 35 Consistency 35,
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Strana 110 - It must be so — Plato, thou reasonest well ; Else whence this pleasing hope, this fond desire, This longing after immortality ? Or whence this secret dread, and inward horror, Of falling into nought ? Why shrinks the soul Back on herself, and startles at destruction ? 'Tis the divinity that stirs within us ; "Tis heaven itself, that points out an hereafter, And intimates eternity to man...
Strana 13 - Heaven doth with us as we with torches do: Not light them for themselves ; for if our virtues Did not go forth of us, 'twere all alike As if we had them not.
Strana 88 - Heav'n from all creatures hides the book of fate, All but the page prescribed, their present state : From brutes what men, from men what spirits know : • Or who could suffer being here below ? The lamb thy riot dooms to bleed to-day, Had he thy reason, would he skip and play ? Pleas'd to the last, he crops the flow'ry food, And licks the hand just rais'd to shed his blood.
Strana 90 - When we mean to build, We first survey the plot, then draw the model ; And when we see the figure of the house, Then must we rate the cost of the erection ; Which if we find outweighs ability, What do we then but draw anew the model In fewer offices, or at least desist To build at all...
Strana 151 - Thy husband is thy lord, thy life, thy keeper, Thy head, thy sovereign ; one that cares for thee, And for thy maintenance : commits his body To painful labour, both by sea and land...
Strana 148 - Alas ! alas ! Why, all the souls that were, were forfeit once; And He that might the vantage best have took, Found out the remedy: How would you be, If he, which is the top of judgment, should But judge you as you are? O, think on that; And mercy then will breathe within your lips, Like man new made.
Strana 168 - Could great men thunder As Jove himself does, Jove would ne'er be quiet, For every pelting, petty officer Would use his heaven for thunder ; nothing but thunder.
Strana 132 - Like to the falling of a star; Or as the flights of eagles are; Or like the fresh spring's gaudy hue; Or silver drops of morning dew; Or like a wind that chafes the flood; Or bubbles which on water stood; Even such is man, whose borrowed light Is straight called in, and paid to night. The wind blows out; the bubble dies; The spring entombed in autumn lies; The dew dries up; the star is shot; The flight is past; and man forgot.
Strana 117 - Gratiano speaks an infinite deal of nothing, more than any man in all Venice. His reasons are as two grains of wheat hid in two bushels of chaff: you shall seek all day ere you find them ; and, when you have them, they are not worth the search.
Strana 9 - tis a common proof, That lowliness is young ambition's ladder, Whereto the climber-upward turns his face; But when he once attains the upmost round, He then unto the ladder turns his back, Looks in the clouds, scorning the base degrees By which he did ascend.