Quotes by English Authors - Page 10

Experience is by industry achiev'd,And perfected by the swift course of time.
William Shakespeare
Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy But not express'd in fancy rich not gaudy For the apparel oft proclaims the man.
William Shakespeare
O call back yesterday bid time return.
William Shakespeare
No Spring nor Summer beauty hath such grace As I have seen in one Autumnal face.
John Donne
I shall not look upon his like again.
William Shakespeare
When through fiery trials thy pathways shall lie,My grace, all sufficient, shall be thy supply;The flame shall not hurt thee; I only designThy dross to consume, and thy gold to refine.
John Rippon
True happiness ... arises in the first place from the enjoyment of one's self and in the next from the friendship and conversation of a few select companions.
Joseph Addison
Houses are built to live in and not to look on.
Sir Francis Bacon
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all And thus the native hue of resolution Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought And enterprises of great pith and moment With this regard their currents turn awry And lose the name of action.
William Shakespeare
I like this place and could willingly waste my time in it.
William Shakespeare
A fool must now and then be right by chance.
William Cowper
Stars hide your fires; let not light see my black and deep desires: The eyes wink at the hand; yet let that be which the eye fears, when it is done, to see
William Shakespeare
And with distance in time it is the same as with distance in place. The imagination has its atmosphere and its sunlight as well as the earth has; only its mists are even more gorgeous and delicate, its aerial perspectives are even more wide and profound. It also transifgures and beautifies things in far more various ways. For the imagination is all senses in one; it is sight, it is smell, it is hearing; it is memory, regret, and passion. Everything goes to nourish it, from first love to literature - literature, which, for cultivated people, is the imagination's gastric juice.
William Hurrell Mallock
No beast so fierce but knows some touch of pity. But I know none, and therefore am no beast.
William Shakespeare
ROMEO :'Tis torture and not mercy. Heaven is here,Where Juliet lives, and every cat and dogAnd little mouse, every unworthy thing,Live here in heaven and may look on her,But Romeo may not. More validity,More honorable state, more courtship livesIn carrion flies than Romeo. They may seizeOn the white wonder of dear Juliet’s handAnd steal immortal blessing from her lips,Who even in pure and vestal modesty,Still blush, as thinking their own kisses sin.But Romeo may not. He is banishèd.Flies may do this, but I from this must fly.They are free men, but I am banishèd.And sayst thou yet that exile is not death?Hadst thou no poison mixed, no sharp-ground knife,No sudden mean of death, though ne'er so mean,But “banishèd” to kill me?—“Banishèd”!O Friar, the damnèd use that word in hell.Howling attends it. How hast thou the heart,Being a divine, a ghostly confessor,A sin-absolver, and my friend professed,To mangle me with that word “banishèd”?
William Shakespeare
I wasted time and now doth time waste me.
William Shakespeare
To be capable of steady friendship or lasting love are the two greatest proofs not only of goodness of heart but of strength of mind.
William Hazlitt
ANGELOFrom thee, even from thy virtue!What's this, what's this? Is this her fault or mine?The tempter or the tempted, who sins most?Ha!Not she: nor doth she tempt: but it is IThat, lying by the violet in the sun,Do as the carrion does, not as the flower,Corrupt with virtuous season. Can it beThat modesty may more betray our senseThan woman's lightness? Having waste ground enough,Shall we desire to raze the sanctuaryAnd pitch our evils there? O, fie, fie, fie!What dost thou, or what art thou, Angelo?Dost thou desire her foully for those thingsThat make her good? O, let her brother live!Thieves for their robbery have authorityWhen judges steal themselves. What, do I love her,That I desire to hear her speak again,And feast upon her eyes? What is't I dream on?O cunning enemy, that, to catch a saint,With saints dost bait thy hook! Most dangerousIs that temptation that doth goad us onTo sin in loving virtue: never could the strumpet,With all her double vigour, art and nature,Once stir my temper; but this virtuous maidSubdues me quite. Even till now,When men were fond, I smiled and wonder'd how.-- Measure for Measure, II, ii
William Shakespeare
Glory follows afflictions, not as the day follows the night but as the spring follows the winter; for the winter prepares the earth for the spring, so do afflictions sanctified prepare the soul for glory.
Richard Sibbes
Be you never so high the law is above you.
Thomas Fuller
All days are nights to see till I see thee, And nights bright days when dreams do show thee me.
William Shakespeare
Brutus: Kneel not, gentle Portia.Portia: I should need not, if you were gentle Brutus. Within the bond of marriage, tell me, Brutus, Is it excepted I should know no secrets That appertain to you? Am I yourself But, as it were, in sort or limitation, To keep with you at meals, comfort your bed, And talk to you sometimes? Dwell I but in the suburbs Of your good pleasure? If it be no more, Portia is Brutus' harlot, not his wife.
William Shakespeare
And of the sixth day yet remainedThere wanted yet the master work, the endOf all yet done: a creature who not prone And brute as other creatures but enduedWith sanctity of reason might erect His stature and, upright with front serene,Govern the rest, self-knowing, and from thenceMagnanimous to correspond with Heaven, But grateful to acknowledge whence his good Descends, thither with heart and voice and eyesDirected in devotion to adore And worship God supreme who made him chiefOf all His works.
John Milton
Poor and content is rich and rich enough.
William Shakespeare
All causes shall give way: I am in bloodStepp’d in so far that, should I wade no more,Returning were as tedious as go o’er.
William Shakespeare
One touch of nature makes the whole world kin.
William Shakespeare
A fool's bolt is soon shot.
William Shakespeare
Seeing's believing but feeling's the truth.
Thomas Fuller
And now without redemption all mankindMust have been lost, adjudged to death and hellBy doom severe, had not the Son of God,In whom the fullness dwells of love divine,His dearest mediation thus renewed.'Father, Thy word is passed, man shall find grace;And shall grace not find means, that finds her way,The speediest of Thy winged messengers,To visit all Thy creatures, and to allComes unprevented, unimplored, unsought,Happy for man, so coming; he her aidCan never seek, once dead in sins and lost;Atonement for himself or offering meet,Indebted and undone, hath none to bring:Behold Me then, Me for him, life for lifeI offer, on Me let Thine anger fall;Account Me man; I for his sake will leaveThy bosom, and this glory next to TheeFreely put off, and for him lastly dieWell pleased, on Me let death wreak all his rage;Under his gloomy power I shall not longLie vanquished; Thou hast given Me to possessLife in Myself forever, by Thee I live,Though now to death I yield, and am his dueAll that of Me can die, yet that debt paid,Thou wilt not leave Me in the loathsome graveHis prey, nor suffer My unspotted soulForever with corruption there to dwell;But I shall rise victorious, and subdueMy vanquisher, spoiled of his vaunted spoil;Death his death's wound shall then receive, and stoopInglorious, of his mortal sting disarmed.
John Milton
Rise and rise again until lambs become lions
Robin Hood
She will outstrip all praise and make it halt behind her.
William Shakespeare
And now about the cauldron singLike elves and fairies in a ring,Enchanting all that you put in.
William Shakespeare
It is better to have a hen tomorrow than an egg today.
Thomas Fuller
Then I defy you, stars!
William Shakespeare
O, that's a brave man! He writes brave versrs, speaks brave words, swears brave oaths, and breaks them bravely,
William Shakespeare
Where love is great, the littlest doubts are fear; Where little fears grow great, great love grows there.
William Shakespeare
Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind The thief doth fear each bush an officer.
William Shakespeare
In a cool solitude of treesWhere leaves and birds a music spin,Mind that was weary is at ease,New rhythms in the soul begin.
William Kean Seymour
And pleas'd th' Almighty's orders to perform. Rides in the whirlwind and directs the storm.
Joseph Addison
I will a round unvarnish'd tale deliver.
William Shakespeare
This world's a bubble.
Sir Francis Bacon
Beware of desp'rate steps the darkest day lived till tomorrow will have pass'd away.
William Cowper
Ram. My lord constable, the armor that I saw in your tent to-night, are those stars or suns upon it?Con. Stars, my lord.Dau. Some of them will fall to-morrow, I hope.Con. And yet my sky shall not want.Dau. That may be, for you bear a many superfluously, and ’twere more honor some were away.Con. Even as your horse bears your praises; who would trot as well, were some of your brags dismounted.Henry V, 3.7.69-78
William Shakespeare
For the things of this world cannot be made known without a knowledge of mathematics.
Francis Bacon
What though youth gave love and roses Age still leaves us friends and wine.
Thomas More
The course of true love never did run smooth said by lysander
William Shakespeare
Sleep: The golden chain that ties health and our bodies together.
Thomas Dekker
One crowded hour of glorious life is worth an age without a name.
Thomas Osbert Mordaunt
Zu früh, befürcht ich; denn mein Herz erbangtUnd ahnet ein Verhängnis, welches, nochVerborgen in den Sternen, heute NachtBei dieser Lustbarkeit den furchtbarn ZeitlaufBeginnen und das Ziel des läst'gen Lebens,Das meine Brust verschließt, mir kürzen wirdDurch irgendeinen Frevel frühen Todes.Doch er, der mir zur Fahrt das Steuer lenkt,Richt' auch mein Segel!I fear, too early. For my mind misgivesSome consequence, yet hanging in the stars,Shall bitterly begin his fearful dateWith this night's revels, and expire the termOf a despisèd life, closed in my breast,By some vile forfeit of untimely death.But He that hath the steerage of my courseDirect my sail!Romeo: Act I, Scene 4
William Shakespeare
The one red leaf, the last of its clan,That dances as often as dance it can,Hanging so light, and hanging so high,On the topmost twig that looks up at the sky.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Sound drums and trumpets! Farewell sour annoy! For here, I hope, begins our lasting joy.
William Shakespeare
A forced kindness deserves no thanks
Thomas Fuller
Athens the eye of Greece mother of arts And eloquence.
John Milton
The only impeccable writers are those who never wrote.
William Hazlitt
Stars, hide your fires; Let not light see my black and deep desires.
William Shakespeare
When we make self the end of prayer it is not worship but self-seeking.
Thomas Manton
Macbeth: How does your patient, doctor?Doctor: Not so sick, my lord, as she is troubled with thick-coming fancies that keep her from rest.Macbeth: Cure her of that! Canst thou not minister to a mind diseased, pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow, raze out the written troubles of the brain, and with some sweet oblivious antidote cleanse the stuffed bosom of that perilous stuff which weighs upon her heart.Doctor: Therein the patient must minister to himself.
William Shakespeare
Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie.
William Shakespeare
I must shape my own coat according to my cloth, but it will not be after the fashion of this world, God willing, but fit for me.
Arbella Stuart
Sleep that knits up the raveled sleave of care,The death of each day's life, sore labor's bath,Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course,Chief nourisher in life's feast.
William Shakespeare