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I had rather be a dog, and bay the moon, Than such a Roman.
Thy food is such As hath been belch'd on by infected lungs.
I shall laugh myself to death at this puppy-headed monster!
I go, I go, look how I go, swifter than an arrow from a bow
There is nothing but roguery to be found in villainous men.
I profess not talking: only this, Let each man do his best.
Look like the innocent flower, But be the serpent under it.
A right judgment draws us a profit from all things we see .
There's no art to find the mind's construction in the face.
It is the stars, The stars above us, govern our conditions.
Tax not so bad a voice to slander music any more than once.
To some kind of men their graces serve them but as enemies.
Travelers never did lie, though fools at home condemn them.
Experience teacheth that resolution is a sole help in need.
Good fortune then! To make me blest or cursed'st among men.
I see that the fashion wears out more apparel than the man.
Time, that takes survey of all the world, Must have a stop.
The hind that would be mated by the lion Must die for love.
They have been grand-jurymen since before Noah was a sailor
Rumor is a pipe Blown by surmises, jealousies, conjectures.
Instinct is a great matter. I was now a coward on instinct.
Whereto serves mercy But to confront the visage of offense?
Pastime passing excellent, if it he husbanded with modesty.
I humbly do beseech of your pardon, For too much loving you
The arms are fair, When the intent of bearing them is just.
Poetry and consumption are the most flattering of diseases.
What leads to unhappiness is making pleasure the chief aim.
Fortune is like a widow won,And truckles to the bold alone.
Wisdom is having things right in your life and knowing why.
A poem is a serious joke, a truth that has learned jujitsu.
One with more of soul in his face than words on his tongue.
'Tis my faith that every flower Enjoys the air it breathes!
the Mind of Man-- My haunt, and the main region of my song.
O Cuckoo! shall I call thee bird, Or but a wandering voice?
I am a miser of my memories of you And will not spend them.
In the spring rain, The pond and the river Have become one.
Malt does more than Milton can to justify God's ways to man.
The white sun like a moth on a string circles the southpole.
This only is denied even to God: the power to undo the past.
I'm not religious in any formal sense, not in any God sense.
'Tis said that wrath is the last thing in a man to grow old.
To be angry is to revenge the faults of others on ourselves.
Rogues in rags are kept in countenance by rogues in ruffles.
Every man has just as much vanity as he wants understanding.
Every day travels toward death; the last only arrives at it.
Pleasure has no logic; it never treads in its own footsteps.
More things are wrought by prayer than this world dreams of.
The golden guess is morning-star to the full round of truth.
Love is hurt with jar and fret; Love is made a vague regret.
I will take some savage woman, she shall rear my dusky race.