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No man can run up the natural line of Evolution without coming to Christianity at the top.
One well-cultivated talent, deepened and enlarged, is worth one hundred shallow faculties.
Unless a man has trained himself for his chance, the chance will only make him ridiculous.
There are more things in Heaven and Earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy.
Rich honesty dwells like a miser, Sir, in a poor house; as your pearl in your foul oyster.
Silence is the perfectest herault of joy. I were but little happy if I could say how much.
Faith, there hath been many great men that have flattered the people who ne'er loved them.
My meaning in saying he is a good man, is to have you understand me that he is sufficient.
He that is robbed, not wanting what is stolen, him not know t, and he's not robbed at all.
O, what a world of vile ill-favored faults, looks handsome in three hundred pounds a year!
O, it is excellent To have a giant's strength; but it is tyrannous To use it like a giant.
How art thou out of breath when thou hast breath To say to me that thou art out of breath?
Thou hast most traitorously corrupted the youth of the realm in erecting a grammar school.
But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.
So are you to my thoughts as food to life, or as sweet seasoned showers are to the ground.
Yet, do thy worst, old Time; despite thy wrong, My love shall in my verse ever live young.
Sorrow breaks seasons and reposing hours, Makes the night morning, and the noontide night.
Die for adultery! No: The wren goes to't, and the small gilded fly does lecher in my sight
What power is it which mounts my love so high, that makes me see, and cannot feed mine eye
But when the fox hath once got in his nose, He'll soon find means to make the body follow.
Open thy gate of mercy, gracious God, My soul flies through these wounds to seek out thee.
Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer.
Scarce can I speak, my choler is so great. Oh! I could hew up rocks, and fight with flint.
When a gentlemen is disposed to swear, it is not for any standers-by to curtail his oaths.
But what's so blessed-fair that fears no blot? Thou mayst be false, and yet I know it not.
O, train me not, sweet mermaid, with thy note, to drown me in thy sister’s flood of tears.
To beguile the time, look like the time. Bear welcome in your eye, your hand, your tongue.
And where two raging fires meet together, they do consume the thing that feeds their fury.
We do pray for mercy, and that same prayer doth teach us all to render the deeds of mercy.
And through the heat of conflict keeps the law In calmness made, and sees what he foresaw.
Laying out grounds may be considered a liberal art, in some sort like poetry and painting.
The intellectual power, through words and things, Went sounding on a dim and perilous way!
Anyone who says that softball is a boring game to watch isn't looking at the right things.
The rain of matter upon sense Destroys me momently. The score: There comes what will come.
When you get to my age life seems little more than one long march to and from the lavatory.
As a very young poet, I had been brought up on that dogma that politics was bad for poetry.
Many men are like unto sausages: Whatever you stuff them with, that they will bear in them.
I found it incredibly challenging to write clear prose that had the dynamism that I wanted.
A generous friendship no cold medium knows, Burns with one love, with one resentment glows.
True wit is nature to advantage dressed; What oft was thought, but ne'er so well expressed.
Men must be taught as if you taught them not, and things unknown proposed as things forgot.
Truths would you teach, or save a sinking land? All fear, none aid you, and few understand.
No louder shrieks to pitying heaven are cast, When husbands or lap-dogs breathe their last.
For wit and judgment often are at strife, Though meant each other's aid, like man and wife.
Coffee which makes the politician wise, and see through all things with his half-shut eyes.
Pride, where wit fails, steps in to our defence, and fills up all the mighty void of sense.
But see how oft ambition's aims are cross'd, and chiefs contend 'til all the prize is lost!
While pensive poets painful vigils keep, Sleepless themselves, to give their readers sleep.
Then sculpture and her sister arts revived; stones leaped to form, and rocks began to live.
If I had a flower for every time I thought of you...I could walk through my garden forever.