This senior-junior, giant-dwarf, Dan Cupid; Regent of love-rhymes, lord of folded arms, The anointed sovereign of sighs and groans, Liege of all loiterers and malcontents. -Love's Labour 's Lost. Act iii. Sc. 1.
Ay, now am I in Arden: the more fool I. When I was at home I was in a better place; but travellers must be content. -As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 4.
He that wants money, means, and content is without three good friends. -As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 2.
Now is the winter of our discontent Made glorious summer by this son of York; And all the clouds that lowered upon our house In the deep bosom of the ocean buried.
There's a certain part of the contented majority who love anybody who is worth a billion dollars.
When you are unhappy, is there anything more maddening than to be told that you should be contented with your lot?
The use of violence as an instrument of persuasion is therefore inviting and seems to the discontented to be the only effective protest.
Whatever we are waiting forâ peace of mind, contentment, grace, the inner awareness of simple abundanceâ it will surely come to us, but only when we are ready to receive it with an open and grateful heart.
His work well done, the leader stepped aside Spurning a crown with more than kingly pride. Content to wear the higher crown of worth, While time endures, "First citizen of earth."
Not to be avaricious is money; not to be fond of buying is a revenue; but to be content with our own is the greatest and most certain wealth of all. [Lat., Non esse cupidum, pecunia est; non esse emacem, vectigal est; contentum vero suis rebus esse, maximae sunt, certissimaeque divitiae.]
For wealth, without contentment, climbs a hill, To feel those tempests which fly over ditches.
Poor worms, they hiss at me, whilst I at home Can be contented to applaud myself, . . . with joy To see how plump my bags are and my barns.
He is richest who is content with the least, for content is the wealth of nature.
Ten thousand casks, Forever dribbling out their base contents, Touch'd by the Midas finger of the state, Bleed gold for ministers to sport away. Drink, and be mad then; 'tis your country bids!
A wise man will desire no more than what he may get justly, use soberly, distribute cheerfully, and leave contentedly.
A foolish son is the calamity of his father: and the contentions of a wife are a continual dropping.
A word is not a crystal, transparent and unchanged, it is the skin of a living thought and may vary greatly in color and content according to the circumstances and the time in which it is used.
Fly away, pretty moth, to the shade Of the leaf where you slumbered all day; Be content with the moon and the stars, pretty moth, And make use of your wings while you may. . . . . But tho' dreams of delight may have dazzled you quite, They at last found it dangerous play; Many things in this world that look bright, pretty moth, Only dazzle to lead us astray.