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That which ordinary men are fit for, I am qualified in. and the best of me is diligence.
So may the outward shows be least themselves; The world is still deceived with ornament.
The peace of heaven is theirs that lift their swords, in such a just and charitable war.
I am but mad north-north-west. When the wind is southerly, I know a hawk from a handsaw.
Men's eyes were made to look, and let them gaze. I will not budge for no man's pleasure.
My brain more busy than the labouring spider Weaves tedious snares to trap mine enemies.
To loathe the taste of sweetness, whereof little more than a little is by much too much.
The fool multitude, that choose by show, not learning more than the fond eye doth teach.
Our purses shall be proud, our garments poor; for 'tis the mind that makes the body rich
Passion lends them power, time means to meet, tempering extremities with extremes sweet.
When my love swears that she is made of truth, I do believe her, though I know she lies.
There's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st But in his motion like an angel sings.
And teach me how To name the bigger light, and how the less, That burn by day and night.
Dead shepherd, now I find thy saw of might. Whoever lov'd that lov'd not at first sight.
Be lion-mettled, proud, and take no care Who chafes, who frets, or where conspirers are!
His jest will savour but of shallow wit, When thousands weep, more than did laugh at it.
There live not three good men unhanged in England; and one of them is fat and grows old.
I love you more than word can wield the matter, Dearer than eye-sight, space and liberty
God bless thee; and put meekness in thy breast, Love, charity, obedience, and true duty!
So they loved as love in twain Had the essence but in one; Two distinct, divisions none.
In every village marked with little spire, Embowered in trees, and hardly known to fame.
The signals we give-yes or no, or maybe-/should be clear/the darkness around us is deep.
April, April Laugh thy girlish laughter; Then, the moment after, Weep thy girlish tears.
From the body of one guilty deed a thousand ghostly fears and haunting thoughts proceed.
Type of the wise who soar but never roam, True to the kindred points of heaven and home.
Even if a poet writes about sitting in a glass house drinking tea, it reflects politics.
Acquaintance I would have, but when it depends; not on number, but the choice of friends.
Thus would I double my life's fading space;For he that runs it well, runs twice his race.
There must be those among whom we can sit down and weep and still be counted as warriors.
The fact that we write about it doesn't mean we play better than ordinary players at all.
The customer is usually wrong, but statistics indicate that it doesn't pay to tell him so
I have never grown out of the infantile belief that the universe was made for me to suck.
Chinese civilisation is so systematic that wild animals have been abolished on principle.
Offend her, and she knows not to forgive; Oblige her, and she'll hate you while you live.
The spider's touch, how exquisitely fine! Feels at each thread, and lives along the line.
Some praise at morning what they blame at night, but always think the last opinion right.
In adamantine chains shall Death be bound, And Hell's grim tyrant feel th' eternal wound.
Who ne'er knew joy but friendship might divide,Or gave his father grief but when he died.
With too much quickness ever to be taught; With too much thinking to have common thought.
Worth makes the man, and want of it the fellow; The rest is all but leather and prunello.
Sole judge of Truth, in endless Error hurled: / The glory, jest, and riddle of the world!
Good-humor only teaches charms to last, Still makes new conquests and maintains the past.
And soften'd sounds along the waters die: Smooth flow the waves, the zephyrs gently play.
Still when the lust of tyrant power succeeds, some Athens perishes, or some Tully bleeds.
To Him no high, no low, no great, no small; He fills, He bounds, connects and equals all!
Nor Fame I slight, nor for her favors call; She comes unlooked for, if she comes at all .
Slave to no sect, who takes no private road, But looks through Nature up to Nature's God.
Others import yet nobler arts from France, Teach kings to fiddle, and make senates dance.
Sure of their qualities and demanding praise, more go to ruined fortunes than are raised.
On her white breast a sparkling cross she wore, Which Jews might kiss and infidels adore.