TuesdayApr 30, 2024
Quotes: 53419 Authors: 9969
Remember if you marry for beauty, thou bindest thyself all thy life for that which perchance, will neither last nor please thee one year: And when thou hast it, it will be to thee of no price at all.
Divine is love, and scorneth worldly pelf, And can be bought with nothing but with self.
Hatreds are the cinders of affection.
Men well governed should seek after no other liberty, for there can be no greater liberty than a good government.
Yet stab at thee who will, No stab the soul can kill!
The gain of lying is, not to be trusted by any, nor to be believed when we speak the truth.
Prevention is the daughter of intelligence.
The world is but a large prison, out of which some are daily selected for execution.
There is nothing exempt from the peril of mutation; the earth, heavens, and whole world is thereunto subject.
Even Such is Time Even such is time, that takes in trust Our youth, our joys, our all we have, And pays us but with earth and dust; Who, in the dark and silent grave, When we have wandered all our ways, Shuts up the story of our days. But from this earth, this grave, this dust, My God shall raise me up, I trust.
Give my scallop-shell of quiet, My staff of faith to walk upon, My scrip of joy, immortal diet, My bottle of salvation, My gown of glory, hopes true gage; And thus Ill take my pilgrimage.
So the heart be right, it is no matter which way the head lieth. [Executed by beheading. ]
In a letter to a friend the thought is often unimportant, and the feeling, if it be only a desire to entertain him, every thing.
In an examination those who do not wish to know ask questions of those who cannot tell.
'Tis a sharp medicine, but it will cure all that ails you.
Speaking much is a sign of vanity; for he that is lavish in words is a niggard in deed.
To His Son Three things there be that prosper up apace And flourish whilst they grow asunder far; But on a day, they meet all in one place, And when they meet they one another mar: And they be these the wood, the weed, the wag. The wood is that which makes the gallows tree; The weed is that which strings the hangman's bag; The wag, my pretty knave, betokeneth thee. Mark well, dear boy, whilst these assemble not, Green springs the tree, hemp grows, the wag is wild; But when they meet, it makes the timber rot, It frets the halter, and it chokes the child. Then bless thee, and beware, and let us pray We part not with thee at this meeting day.
The flowers do fade, and wanton fields To wayward winter reckoning yields; A honey tongue, a heart of gall, Is fancy's spring, but sorrow's fall.
Passions are likened best to floods and streams: The shallow murmur, but the deep are dumb.
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