Quotes
Quotes about Body
Go, Soul, the body's guest,
Upon a thankless arrant:
Fear not to touch the best,
The truth shall be thy warrant:
Go, since I needs must die,
And give the world the lie.
'T is strange that death should sing.
I am the cygnet to this pale faint swan,
Who chants a doleful hymn to his own death,
And from the organ-pipe of frailty sings
His soul and body to their lasting rest.
Gave
His body to that pleasant country's earth,
And his pure soul unto his captain Christ,
Under whose colours he had fought so long.
Who with a body filled and vacant mind
Gets him to rest, crammed with distressful bread.
My fate cries out,
And makes each petty artery in this body
As hardy as the Nemean lion's nerve.
The very age and body of the time his form and pressure.
I never knew so young a body with so old a head.
Cleanness of body was ever deemed to proceed from a due reverence to God.
We understood
Her by her sight; her pure and eloquent blood
Spoke in her cheeks, and so distinctly wrought
That one might almost say her body thought.
Like a hog, or dog in the manger, he doth only keep it because it shall do nobody else good, hurting himself and others.
Humility is a virtue all preach, none practise; and yet everybody is content to hear.
Upon my burned body lie lightly, gentle earth.
I remember that a wise friend of mine did usually say, "That which is everybody's business is nobody's business."
The trenchant blade, Toledo trusty,
For want of fighting was grown rusty,
And ate into itself, for lack
Of somebody to hew and hack.
Drawing near her death, she sent most pious thoughts as harbingers to heaven; and her soul saw a glimpse of happiness through the chinks of her sickness-broken body.
He was one of a lean body and visage, as if his eager soul, biting for anger at the clog of his body, desired to fret a passage through it.
To smell to a turf of fresh earth is wholesome for the body; no less are thoughts of mortality cordial to the soul.
A fiery soul, which, working out its way,
Fretted the pygmy-body to decay,
And o'er-inform'd the tenement of clay.
A daring pilot in extremity;
Pleas'd with the danger, when the waves went high
He sought the storms.
It is a maxim, that those to whom everybody allows the second place have an undoubted title to the first.
I hate nobody: I am in charity with the world.
She has more goodness in her little finger than he has in his whole body.
All are but parts of one stupendous whole,
Whose body Nature is, and God the soul.
You beat your pate, and fancy wit will come;
Knock as you please, there's nobody at home.
Whose little body lodg'd a mighty mind.
A faultless body and a blameless mind.
