A maiden hath no tongue--but thought.
It is likewise to be observed that this society hath a peculiar chant and jargon of their own, that no other mortal can understand, and wherein all their laws are written, which they take special care to multiply.
With hearts fortified with these animating reflections, we most solemnly, before God and the world, declare, that, exerting the utmost energy of those powers, which our beneficent Creator hath graciously bestowed upon us, the arms we have compelled by our enemies to assume, we will, in defiance of every hazard, with unabating firmness and perseverance employ for the preservation of our liberties; being with one mind resolved to die freemen rather than to live as slaves.
Death hath a thousand doors to let out life. I shall find one.
Hath any wounded thee with injuries? Meet them with patience. Hasty words rankle the wound; soft language dresses it.
Whence is thy learning? Hath thy toil O'er books consumed the midnight oil?
Man hath his daily work of body or mind Appointed.
Time hath a taming hand.
The sweetest noise on earth, a woman's tongue; A string which hath no discord.
The devil hath not, in all his quiver's choice, An arrow for the heart like a sweet voice.
Hee that hath right, feares; he that hath wrong, hopes.
Who overcomes by force, hath overcome but half his foe.
The tears into his eyes were brought, And thanks and praises seemed to run So fast out of his heart, I thought They never would have done. -I've heard of hearts unkind, kind deeds With coldness still returning; Alas! the gratitude of men Hath oftener left me mourning.
Hee that learnes a trade hath a purchase made.
Jealousy is cruel as the grave: the coals thereof are coals of fire, which hath a most vehement flame. [Therefore do not compare your lot with another's lest you see their advantages and lose the joy of what you already have. ]
My Lord, my Lord! What hath Thou done lately?
There is no jollitie but hath a smack of folly. [There is no jollity but hath a smack of folly. ]
He that hath one foot in the straw, hath another in the spittle.
The grave is but the threshold of eternity. What a world were this, how unendurable its weight, If they whom death hath sundered, did not meet again!
Unto us all our days are love's anniversaries, each one In turn hath ripened something of our happiness.