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Graze on my lips; and if those hills be dry, stray lower, where the pleasant fountains lie.
Miracles are ceased; and therefore we must needs admit the means, how things are perfected.
Ten masts make not the altitude Which thou hast perpendicularly fell. Thy life's a miracle.
If reasons were as plentiful as blackberries, I would give no man a reason upon compulsion.
Teeth hadst thou in thy head when thou wast born, To signify thou camest to bite the world.
My cake is dough, but I'll in among the rest, Out of hope of all but my share of the feast.
Here is a rural fellow that will not be denied your Highness' presence: he brings you figs.
Man, proud man, Drest in a little brief authority, Most ignorant of what he's most assured.
A book? O, rare one, Be not, as is our fangled world, a garment Nobler than that it covers.
Time shall unfold what plaited cunning hides: Who cover faults, at last shame them derides.
Ring the alarum-bell! Blow, wind! come, wrack! At least we'll die with harness on our back.
Would I were dead, if God's good will were so, For what is in this world but grief and woe?
Lay not that flattering unction to your soul, That not your trespass but my madness speaks.
Foul cankering rust the hidden treasure frets, but gold that's put to use more gold begets.
And ruin`d love when it is built anew, grows fairer than at first, more strong, far greater
Thou speak'st like him's untutored to repeat: Who makes the fairest show means most deceit.
Reason thus with life: If I do lose thee, I do lose a thing That none but fools would keep.
Alas, that love, whose view is muffled still, Should without eyes see pathways to his will!
With love's light wings did I o'er-perch these walls, for stony limits cannot hold love out
But pearls are fair; and the old saying is: Black men are pearls in beauteous ladies' eyes.
New customs, Though they be never so ridiculous (Nay, let em be unmanly), yet are followed.
Beware of entrance to a quarrel, but, being in, bear t that th' opposed may beware of thee.
My master hath been an honorable gentleman; tricks he hath had in him which gentlemen have.
Cease to lament for that thou canst not help; and study help for that which thou lamentest.
Misers, as death approaches, are heaping up a chest of reasons to stand in more awe of him.
A diary is an assassin's cloak which we wear when we stab a comrade in the back with a pen.
An owl sound wandered along the road with me. I didn't hear it--I breathed it into my ears.
Others may be able to accept standards from another, but an artist is a person who decides.
To me the meanest flower that blows can give thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.
Come, blessed barrier between day and day, Dear mother of fresh thoughts and joyous health!
Though inland far we be, Our souls have sight of that immortal sea Which brought us hither.
Some men are more interesting than their books but my book is more interesting than its man.
If a line of poetry strays into my memory, my skin bristles so that the razor ceases to act.
Nothing so soon the drooping spirits can raise As praises from the men, whom all men praise.
Less than the dust beneath thy chariot wheel, less than the weed that grows beside thy door.
A patriot is one who wrestles for the soul of her country as she wrestles for her own being.
There is a splendour in my name hidden and glorious, as the sun of midnight is ever the son.
A work of art that contains theories is like an object on which the price tag has been left.
Vices and virtues are of a strange nature, for the more we have, the fewer we think we have.
To teach vain Wits that Science little known, T' admire Superior Sense, and doubt their own!
How shall I lose the sin, yet keep the sense, and love the offender, yet detest the offence?
Man never thinks himself happy, but when he enjoys those things which others want or desire.
Some place the bliss in action, some in ease, Those call it pleasure, and contentment these.
If faith itself has different dresses worn, What wonder modes in wit should take their turn?
Soft o'er the shrouds aerial whispers breathe, That seemed but zephyrs to the train beneath.
To what base ends, and by what abject ways, Are mortals urg'd through sacred lust of praise!
I was not born for courts and great affairs, but I pay my debts, believe and say my prayers.
Good sense, which only is the gift of Heaven, And though no science, fairly worth the seven.
In the entire circle of the year there are no days so delightful as those of a fine October.
Do you not see with your own eyes the chrysalis fact assume by degrees the wings of fiction?