Quotes by English Authors - Page 46

Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,And then is heard no more. It is a taleTold by an idiot, full of sound and fury,Signifying nothing.
William Shakespeare
If thy daughter marry well thou hast found a son if not thou hast lost a daughter.
Francis Quarles
They lard their lean books with the fat of others' works.
Henry Burton
What a greater crime. Than loss of time.
Thomas Tusser
God moves in a mysterious way His wonders to perform He plants his footsteps in the sea And rides upon the storm.
William Cowper
Thus the Government of our Virtue was broken and I exchang'd the Place of Friend for that unmusical harsh-sounding Title of Whore.
Daniel Defoe
This feather stirs; she lives! if it be so, it is a chance which does redeem all sorrows that ever I have felt.
William Shakespeare
Music hath charms to soothe the savage breast.
William Congreve
What is the city but the people?
William Shakespeare
If a man looks sharply and attentively he shall see fortune for though she be blind yet she is not invisible.
Francis Bacon
Good God! how should the mitral valves prevent the regurgitation of air and not of blood?
William Harvey
Fear gives sudden instincts of skill.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
To be furious in religion is to be irreligiously religious.
William Penn
Be intent upon the perfection of the present day.
William Law
Another kind of bodily pleasure is that which results from an undisturbed and vigorous constitution of body, when life and active spirits seem to actuate every part. This lively health, when entirely free from all mixture of pain, of itself gives an inward pleasure, independent of all external objects of delight; and though this pleasure does not so powerfully affect us, nor act so strongly on the senses as some of the others, yet it may be esteemed as the greatest of all pleasures; and almost all the Utopians reckon it the foundation and basis of all the other joys of life, since this alone makes the state of life easy and desirable, and when this is wanting, a man is really capable of no other pleasure.
Thomas More
Your honour's players, hearing your amendment, Are come to play a pleasant comedy,For so your doctors hold it very meet,Seeing too much sadness hath congealed your blood,And melancholy is the nurse of frenzy.Therefore they thought it good you hear a play,And frame your mind to mirth and merriment,Which bars a thousand harms and lenghtens life.
William Shakespeare
Our energy is in proportion to the resistance it meets. We attempt nothing great but from a sense of the difficulties we have to encounter we persevere in nothing great but from a pride in overcoming them.
William Hazlitt
Neither man nor angel can discern hypocrisy, the only evil that walks invisible except to God alone.
John Milton
Music is nothing else but wild sounds civilized into time and tune.
Thomas Fuller
A good sherris-sack hath a twofold operation in it. It ascends me into the brain, dries me there all the foolish and dull and crudy vapors which environ it, makes it apprehensive, quick, forgetive, full of nimble, fiery, and delectable shapes, which, delivered o'er to the voice, the tongue, which is the birth, becomes excellent wit.
William Shakespeare
An orphan's curse would drag to hell A spirit from on high; But oh! more horrible than that Is the curse in a dead man's eye! Seven days, seven nights, I saw that curse, And yet I could not die.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Don't let your will roar when your power only whispers.
Thomas Fuller
CLEOPATRA: My salad days,When I was green in judgment: cold in blood,To say as I said then! But, come, away;Get me ink and paper:He shall have every day a several greeting,Or I'll unpeople Egypt.
William Shakespeare
Indolence is a delightful but distressing state. We must be doing something to be happy.
William Hazlitt
I am afeard there are few die well that die in battle, for how can they charitably dispose of anything when blood is their argument?
William Shakespeare
Yet do I fear thy nature It is too full o' the milk of human kindness.
William Shakespeare
And yet,to say the truth, reason and love keep little company together nowadays.
William Shakespeare
He that dies pays all debts.
William Shakespeare
All the crimes on earth do not destroy so many of the human race nor alienate so much property as drunkenness.
Sir Francis Bacon
Tis Fate that flings the dice,And as she flingsOf kings makes peasants,And of peasants kings.
John Dryden
Better three hours too soon than a minute too late.
William Shakespeare
So may the outward shows be least themselves:The world is still deceived with ornament.In law, what plea so tainted and corrupt,But, being seasoned with a gracious voice,Obscures the show of evil? In religion,What damned error, but some sober browWill bless it and approve it with a text,Hiding the grossness with fair ornament?There is no vice so simple but assumesSome mark of virtue on his outward parts.
William Shakespeare
Dry August and warm Doth harvest no harm.
Thomas Tusser
Were such things here as we do speak about?Or have we eaten on the insane rootThat takes the reason prisoner?
William Shakespeare
Nothing hath separated us from God but our own will or rather our own will is our separation from God.
William Law
Put off thy cares with thy clothes so shall thy rest strengthen thy labor and so thy labor sweeten thy rest.
Francis Quarles
He does not believe who does not live according to his belief.
Thomas Fuller
Out, out brief candle, life is but a walking shadow...a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.
William Shakespeare
He will give the devil his due.
William Shakespeare
As the births of living creatures at first are ill-shapen so are all innovations which are the births of time.
Francis Bacon
Well, in that hit you miss. She'll not be hitWith Cupid's arrow. She hath Dian's wit,And, in strong proff of chastity well armed,From Love's weak childish bow she lives uncharmed. She will not stay the siege of loving terms,Nor bide th' encounter of assailing eyes,Nor ope her lap to saint-seducing gold.O, she is rich in beauty; only poorThat, when she dies, with dies her store.Act 1,Scene 1, lines 180-197
William Shakespeare