Dictionary of Quotations from Ancient and Modern, English and Foreign Sources: Including Phrases, Mottoes, Maxims, Proverbs, Definitions, Aphorisms, and Sayings of the Wise Men, in Their Bearing on Life, Literature, Speculation, Science, Art, Religion, and Morals, Especially in the Modern Aspects of ThemRev. James Wood |
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... labours , and takes care of the fruits of labour , would be rich and happy , though there were no gold in the universe . Ruskin . ' Aváyką d'ovdè Beoì μáxorraι - The gods them- selves do not fight against necessity . Gr . Pr . Anche il ...
... labours , and takes care of the fruits of labour , would be rich and happy , though there were no gold in the universe . Ruskin . ' Aváyką d'ovdè Beoì μáxorraι - The gods them- selves do not fight against necessity . Gr . Pr . Anche il ...
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... Labour is balm to the blood : labour is the source of virtue . Herder . Arbiter bibendi - The master of the feast ( lit. the judge of the drinking ) . 25 Arbiter elegantiarum - The arbitrator of ele- gances ; the master of the ...
... Labour is balm to the blood : labour is the source of virtue . Herder . Arbiter bibendi - The master of the feast ( lit. the judge of the drinking ) . 25 Arbiter elegantiarum - The arbitrator of ele- gances ; the master of the ...
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... labour in vain . Pr . Asinus ad lyram - An ass at the lyre , i.e. , one unsusceptible of music . Asinus asino , et sus sui pulcher - An ass is beautiful to an ass , and a pig to a pig . Pr . Asinus in tegulis - An ass on the house ...
... labour in vain . Pr . Asinus ad lyram - An ass at the lyre , i.e. , one unsusceptible of music . Asinus asino , et sus sui pulcher - An ass is beautiful to an ass , and a pig to a pig . Pr . Asinus in tegulis - An ass on the house ...
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... labour than capacity , more practice than genius . La Bruyère . Criticism is like champagne , nothing more execrable if bad , nothing more excellent if good . Colton . Criticism is not construction ; it is observation . G. W. Curtis ...
... labour than capacity , more practice than genius . La Bruyère . Criticism is like champagne , nothing more execrable if bad , nothing more excellent if good . Colton . Criticism is not construction ; it is observation . G. W. Curtis ...
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... labour drives out brute labour . Emerson . Cultivate not only the cornfields of your mind , but the pleasure - grounds also . Whately . Cultivation is as necessary to the mind as food to the body . Cic . Culture , aiming at the ...
... labour drives out brute labour . Emerson . Cultivate not only the cornfields of your mind , but the pleasure - grounds also . Whately . Cultivation is as necessary to the mind as food to the body . Cic . Culture , aiming at the ...
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Page 141 - Hath not a Jew eyes? Hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions? Fed with the same food, hurt with the same weapons, subject to the same diseases, healed by the same means, warmed and cooled by the same winter and summer as a Christian is? If you prick us, do we not bleed? If you tickle us, do we not laugh? If you poison us, do we not die? And if you wrong us, shall we not revenge?
Page 186 - Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more, Or close the wall up with our English dead ! In peace there's nothing so becomes a man As modest stillness and humility ; But when the blast of war blows in our ears, Then imitate the action of the tiger...
Page 286 - I have lived long enough : my way of life Is fall'n into the sear, the yellow leaf ; And that which should accompany old age, As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, I must not look to have...
Page 383 - Seems, madam ! nay, it is ; I know not ' seems.' 'Tis not alone my inky cloak, good mother, Nor customary suits of solemn black, Nor windy suspiration of forced breath, No, nor the fruitful river in the eye, Nor the dejected haviour of the visage, Together with all forms, moods, shapes of grief, That can denote me truly...
Page 49 - Cowards die many times before their deaths ; The valiant never taste of death but once. Of all the wonders that I yet have heard, It seems to me most strange that men should fear ; Seeing that death, a necessary end, Will come, when it will come.
Page 462 - There is no vice so simple but assumes Some mark of virtue on his outward parts: How many cowards, whose hearts are all as false As stairs of sand, wear yet upon their chins The beards of Hercules and frowning Mars...
Page 319 - O, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favours ! There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin, More pangs and fears than wars or women have; And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again.
Page 129 - Good name in man and woman, dear my lord, Is the immediate jewel of their souls : Who steals my purse steals trash ; 'tis something, nothing; 'Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands ; But he that filches from me my good name Robs me of that which not enriches him And makes me poor indeed.
Page 475 - There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream, The earth, and every common sight, To me did seem Apparelled in celestial light, The glory and the freshness of a dream. It is not now as it hath been of yore; — Turn wheresoe'er I may, By night or day, The things which I have seen I now can see no more.
Page 165 - But that I am forbid To tell the secrets of my prison-house, I could a tale unfold whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood, Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres, Thy knotted and combined locks to part And each particular hair to stand on end, Like quills upon the fretful porcupine : But this eternal blazon must not be To ears of flesh and blood.