Quotes
Quotes about Art
Note 61.Ampliat ætatis spatium sibi vir bonus; hoc est
Vivere bis vita posse priore frui
(The good man prolongs his life; to be able to enjoy one's past life is to live twice).--Martial, x. 237.
See Cowley, Quotation 21.
Note 67.He serves his party best who serves the country best.--Rutherford B. Hayes: Inaugural Address, March 5, 1877.
'T is woman that seduces all mankind;
By her we first were taught the wheedling arts.
If the heart of a man is depress'd with cares,
The mist is dispell'd when a woman appears.
Let this great maxim be my virtue's guide,--
In part she is to blame that has been tried:
He comes too near that comes to be denied.
Of joys departed,
Not to return, how painful the remembrance!
The cup goes round:
And who so artful as to put it by!
'T is long since Death had the majority.
Forever, Fortune, wilt thou prove
An unrelenting foe to love;
And when we meet a mutual heart,
Come in between and bid us part?
When Britain first, at Heaven's command,
Arose from out the azure main,
This was the charter of her land,
And guardian angels sung the strain:
Rule, Britannia! Britannia rules the waves!
Britons never shall be slaves.
Disparting towers
Trembling all precipitate down dash'd,
Rattling around, loud thundering to the moon.
To be resign'd when ills betide,
Patient when favours are deni'd,
And pleas'd with favours given,--
Dear Chloe, this is wisdom's part;
This is that incense of the heart
Whose fragrance smells to heaven.
Petition me no petitions, sir, to-day;
Let other hours be set apart for business.
To-day it is our pleasure to be drunk;
And this our queen shall be as drunk as we.
Lo, when two dogs are fighting in the streets,
With a third dog one of the two dogs meets;
With angry teeth he bites him to the bone,
And this dog smarts for what that dog has done.
How small of all that human hearts endure,
That part which laws or kings can cause or cure!
Still to ourselves in every place consigned,
Our own felicity we make or find.
With secret course, which no loud storms annoy,
Glides the smooth current of domestic joy.
I am not so lost in lexicography as to forget that words are the daughters of earth, and that things are the sons of heaven.
Sir, I think all Christians, whether Papists or Protestants, agree in the essential articles, and that their differences are trivial, and rather political than religious.
I remember a passage in Goldsmith's "Vicar of Wakefield," which he was afterwards fool enough to expunge: "I do not love a man who is zealous for nothing."... There was another fine passage too which he struck out: "When I was a young man, being anxious to distinguish myself, I was perpetually starting new propositions. But I soon gave this over; for I found that generally what was new was false."
Wharton quotes Johnson as saying of Dr. Campbell, "He is the richest author that ever grazed the common of literature."
What is your sex's earliest, latest care,
Your heart's supreme ambition? To be fair.
Alas! by some degree of woe
We every bliss must gain;
The heart can ne'er a transport know
That never feels a pain.
"Disguise thyself as thou wilt, still, Slavery," said I, "still thou art a bitter draught."
What female heart can gold despise?
What cat's averse to fish?
Dear as the light that visits these sad eyes;
Dear as the ruddy drops that warm my heart.
The curfew tolls the knell of parting day,
The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea,
The ploughman homeward plods his weary way,
And leaves the world to darkness and to me.
Here rests his head upon the lap of earth,
A youth to fortune and to fame unknown:
Fair Science frown'd not on his humble birth,
And Melancholy mark'd him for her own.
