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And with necessity, The tyrant's plea, excused his devilish deeds. - John Milton But what avail'd this temperance, not complete Against another object more enticing? - John Milton For evil news rides post, while good news baits. - John Milton For Lycidas is dead, dead ere his prime, Young Lycidas, and hath not left his peer. - John Milton For the air of youth, Hopeful and cheerful, in thy blood will reign A melancholy damp of cold and dry To weigh thy spirits down, and last consume The balm of life. - John Milton How fallen, how changed From him, who, in the happy realms of light, Clothed with transcendent brightness, didst outshine Myriads, though bright. - John Milton Laughter holding both his sides. - John Milton Let no man seek Henceforth to be foretold that shall befall Him or his children. - John Milton Love-quarrels oft in pleasing concord end. - John Milton The strongest and the fiercest spirit That fought in heaven, now fiercer by despair. - John Milton Then wander forth the sons Of Belial, flown with insolence and wine. - John Milton Two other precious drops that ready stood, Each, in their crystal sluice, he ere they fell Kiss'd. - John Milton Two other tender drops, which ready stood, Each in their crystal sluice. - John Milton Who aspires must down as low As high he soar'd. - John Milton Who reigns within himself, and rules Passions, desires, and fears, is more a king. - John Milton With diadem and sceptre high advanced, The lower still I fall; only supreme In misery; such joy ambition finds. - John Milton Yielded with coy submission, modest pride, And sweet reluctant amorous delay. - John Milton Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise, (That last infirmity of noble mind) To scorn delights, and live laborious days; But the fair guerdon when we hope to find, And think to burst out into sudden blaze, Comes the blind Fury with th' abhorred shears, And slits the thin-spun life. - John Milton, Lycidas (l. 70) Who overcomes By force, hath overcome but half his foe. - John Milton, Paradise Lost (bk. I, l. 648) A crown Golden in show, is but a wreath of thorns, Bring dangers, troubles, cares, and sleepless nights To him who wears the regal diadem. - John Milton, Paradise Regained (bk. II, l. 458) What boots it at one gate to make defence, And at another to let in the foe? - John Milton, Samson Agonistes (l. 560) He gives twice who gives quickly. [Lat., Bis dat qui cito dat.] - credited to Publius Syrus Mimus, by Langius in "Polyanth--Noviss", p. 382 To pull the chestnuts from the fire with the cat's paw. - Moliere (pseudonym of Jean Baptiste Poquelin), L'Etourdi (act III, 6) The envious will die, but envy never. [Fr., Les envieux mourront, mais non jamais l'envie.] - Moliere (pseudonym of Jean Baptiste Poquelin), Tartuffe (V, 3) One must draw back in order to leap better. [Fr., Il faut reculer pour mieux sauter.] - Michel Eyquem de Montaigne, Essays (bk. I, ch. XXXVIII) What's done can't be undone. [Fr., Ce qui est faicr ne se peult desfaire.] - Michel Eyquem de Montaigne, Essays (III) And neglected his task for the flowers on the way. - Thomas Moore Blest tears of soul-felt penitence! In whose benign, redeeming flow Is felt the first, the only sense Of guiltless joy that guilt can know. - Thomas Moore Bliss itself is not worth having, If we're by compulsion blest. - Thomas Moore Light may come where all looks darkest, Hope hath life, when life seems o'er. - Thomas Moore Oh, sweet youth, how soon it fades! Sweet joys of youth, how fleeting! - Thomas Moore Round, round, while thus we go round, The best thing a man can do, Is to make it at least, a merry-go-round, By--sending the wine round too. - Thomas Moore So closely our whims on our miseries tread, That the laugh is awak'd ere the tear can be dried. - Thomas Moore Some flowers of Eden ye yet inherit, But the trail of the serpent is over them all. - Thomas Moore The pain Remembrance gives, when the fix'd dart Is stirred thus in the wound again. - Thomas Moore Then fill the bowl--way with gloom! Our joys shall always last; For Hope shall brighten days to come, And Mem'ry gild the past. - Thomas Moore Then let me quaff the foamy tide, And through the dance meandering glide. - Thomas Moore Time flies, as he flies, adds increase to her truth, And gives to her mind what he steals from her youth. - Thomas Moore To-night, at least, to-night be gay, Whate'er to-morrow brings. - Thomas Moore While tears that from repentance flow, In bright exhalement reach the skies. - Thomas Moore Whose wit in the combat as gentle as bright Ne'er carried a heartstain away on its blade. - Thomas Moore Wouldst thou, or thou, Forego what's now, For all that hope may say? No--joy's reply, From every eye, Is, "Live we while we may." - Thomas Moore You may break, you may shatter the vase, as you will, But the scent of the roses will hang round it still. - Thomas Moore Like a young eagle, who has lent his plume To fledge the shaft by which he meets his doom, See their own feathers pluck'd, to wing the dart, Which rank corruption destines for their heart! - Thomas Moore, Corruption To live with them is far less sweet, Than to remember thee! - Thomas Moore, I Saw Thy Form in Youthful Prime How calm, how beautiful comes on The stilly hour, when storms are gone! When warring winds have died away, And clouds, beneath the glancing ray, Melt off, and leave the land and sea Sleeping in bright tranquillity. - Thomas Moore, Lalla Rookh--Fire Worshippers (st. 52) All that's bright must fade,-- The brightest still the fleetest; All that's sweet was made But to be lost when sweetest. - Thomas Moore, National Airs--All That's Bright Must Fade Small habits, well pursued betimes, May reach the dignity of crimes. - Hannah More, Florio (pt. I) They lepe lyke a flounder out of a fryenge panne into the fyre. [They leap like a flounder out of a frying pan into the fire.] - Sir Thomas More, Dial (bk. II, ch. I, folio LXIII, b) Push on,--keep moving. - Thomas Morton, A Cure for the Heartache (act II, sc. 1) Displaying page 47 of 414 for this topic: << Prev Next >> 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30 31 32 33 34 35 36 37 38 39 40 41 42 43 44 45 46 [47] 48 49 50 51 52 53 54 55 56 57 58 59 60 61 62 63 64 65 66 67 68 69 70 71 72 73 74 75 76 77 78 79 80 81 82 83 84 85 86 87 88 89 90 91 92 93 94 95 96 97 98 99 100 101 102 103 104 105 106 107 108 109 110 111 112 113 114 115 116 117 118 119 120 121 122 123 124 125 126 127 128 129 130 131 132 133 134 135 136 137 138 139 140 141 142 143 144 145 146 147 148 149 150 151 152 153 154 155 156 157 158 159 160 161 162 163 164 165 166 167 168 169 170 171 172 173 174 175 176 177 178 179 180 181 182 183 184 185 186 187 188 189 190 191 192 193 194 195 196 197 198 199 200 201 202 203 204 205 206 207 208 209 210 211 212 213 214 215 216 217 218 219 220 221 222 223 224 225 226 227 228 229 230 231 232 233 234 235 236 237 238 239 240 241 242 243 244 245 246 247 248 249 250 251 252 253 254 255 256 257 258 259 260 261 262 263 264 265 266 267 268 269 270 271 272 273 274 275 276 277 278 279 280 281 282 283 284 285 286 287 288 289 290 291 292 293 294 295 296 297 298 299 300 301 302 303 304 305 306 307 308 309 310 311 312 313 314 315 316 317 318 319 320 321 322 323 324 325 326 327 328 329 330 331 332 333 334 335 336 337 338 339 340 341 342 343 344 345 346 347 348 349 350 351 352 353 354 355 356 357 358 359 360 361 362 363 364 365 366 367 368 369 370 371 372 373 374 375 376 377 378 379 380 381 382 383 384 385 386 387 388 389 390 391 392 393 394 395 396 397 398 399 400 401 402 403 404 405 406 407 408 409 410 411 412 413 414
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