Your cause of sorrow must not be measured by his worth, for then it hath no end.
What is a Communist? One who hath yearnings For equal division of unequal earnings, Idler or bungler, or both, he is willing, To fork out his copper and pocket your shilling.
Grief hath two tongues; and never woman yet Could rule them both without ten women's wit.
Genius hath electric power; Which earth can never tame; Bright suns may scorch and dark clouds lower; Its flash is still the same.
All that glisters is not gold; Often have you heard that told: Many a man his life hath sold But my outside to behold: Gilded tombs do worms enfold.
Reckon right, and February hath one and thirty daies.
I here present thee with a hive of bees, laden some with wax, and some with honey. Fear not to approach! there are no wasps, there are no hornets here. If some wanton bee chance to buzz about thine ears, stand thy ground and hold thy hands-there's none will sting thee, if thou strike not first. If any do, she hath honey in her bag will cure thee too.
Every schoolboy hath that famous testament of Grunnius Corocotta Porcellus at his fingers end.
Every age hath its own problem, and every soul its particular aspiration.
Why then should witless man so much misweene That nothing is but that which he hath seene?
Love spends his all, and still hath store.
The man who fears war and squats opposing My words for stour, hath no blood of crimson But is fit only to rot in womanish peace
Virtue hath no tongue to check vice's pride.
There she weaves by night and day, A magic web with colors gay. She has heard a whisper say, A curse is on her if she stay, To look down to Camelot. She knows not what the curse may be, And so she weaveth steadily, And little other care hath she, The Lady of Shalott.
The creditor hath a better memory than the debtor.
But when the fox hath once got in his nose, He'll soon find means to make the body follow.
The soul of man createth its own destiny of power; and as the trial is intenser here, his being hath a nobler strength in heaven.
He is truly great in who hath power over himself.
We are in hot haste to set the world right and to order all affairs; the Lord hath the leisure of conscious power and unerring wisdom, and it will be well for us to learn to wait.
In the bonds of Death He lay Who for our offence was slain; But the Lord is risen to-day, Christ hath brought us life again, Wherefore let us all rejoice, Singing loud, with cheerful voice, Hallelujah!