Quotes
Quotes about Christ
At Christmas play and make good cheer,
For Christmas comes but once a year.
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.
O, I have passed a miserable night,
So full of ugly sights, of ghastly dreams,
That, as I am a Christian faithful man,
I would not spend another such a night,
Though 't were to buy a world of happy days.
At Christmas I no more desire a rose
Than wish a snow in May's new-fangled mirth;
But like of each thing that in season grows.
O father Abram! what these Christians are,
Whose own hard dealings teaches them suspect
The thoughts of others!
Christ himself was poor.... And as he was himself, so he informed his apostles and disciples, they were all poor, prophets poor, apostles poor.
A Christian is the highest style of man.
Till Peter's keys some christen'd Jove adorn,
And Pan to Moses lends his pagan horn.
Led by my hand, he saunter'd Europe round,
And gather'd every vice on Christian ground.
I never knew any man in my life who could not bear another's misfortunes perfectly like a Christian.
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.
This scholar, rake, Christian, dupe, gamester, and poet.
'T was the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring,--not even a mouse;
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there.
Whatever makes men good Christians, makes them good citizens.
I thank the goodness and the grace
Which on my birth have smiled,
And made me, in these Christian days,
A happy Christian child.
O Christ! it is a goodly sight to see
What Heaven hath done for this delicious land.
Christians have burnt each other, quite persuaded
That all the Apostles would have done as they did.
Alas for the rarity
Of Christian charity
Under the sun!
Out of his surname they have coined an epithet for a knave, and out of his Christian name a synonym for the Devil.
The hand that rounded Peter's dome,
And groined the aisles of Christian Rome,
Wrought in a sad sincerity;
Himself from God he could not free;
He builded better than he knew:
The conscious stone to beauty grew.
His Christianity was muscular.
All hearts confess the saints elect,
Who, twain in faith, in love agree,
And melt not in an acid sect
The Christian pearl of charity!
Mohammed's truth lay in a holy Book,
Christ's in a sacred Life.
Ring in the valiant man and free,
The larger heart, the kindlier hand!
Ring out the darkness of the land,
Ring in the Christ that is to be!
Ah, Christ, that it were possible
For one short hour to see
The souls we loved, that they might tell
us
What and where they be.
