Quotes
Quotes about End
He coude songes make, and wel endite.
Loke who that is most vertuous alway,
Prive and apert, and most entendeth ay
To do the gentil dedes that he can,
And take him for the gretest gentilman.
They demen gladly to the badder end.
Therefore behoveth him a ful long spone,
That shall eat with a fend.
God never sends th' mouth but he sendeth meat.
A hard beginning maketh a good ending.
I perfectly feele even at my fingers end.
We both be at our wittes end.
All is well that endes well.
Of a good beginning cometh a good end.
But in deede,
A friend is never knowne till a man have neede.
To th' end of a shot and beginning of a fray.
God sendeth and giveth both mouth and the meat.
The fallyng out of faithfull frends is the renuyng of loue.
Back and side go bare, go bare,
Both foot and hand go cold;
But, belly, God send thee good ale enough,
Whether it be new or old.
The Lord descended from above
And bow'd the heavens high;
And underneath his feet he cast
The darkness of the sky.
On cherubs and on cherubims
Full royally he rode;
And on the wings of all the winds
Came flying all abroad.
Six hours in sleep, in law's grave study six,
Four spend in prayer, the rest on Nature fix.
Full little knowest thou that hast not tride,
What hell it is in suing long to bide:
To loose good dayes, that might be better spent;
To wast long nights in pensive discontent;
To speed to-day, to be put back to-morrow;
To feed on hope, to pine with feare and sorrow.
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To fret thy soule with crosses and with cares;
To eate thy heart through comfortlesse dispaires;
To fawne, to crowche, to waite, to ride, to ronne,
To spend, to give, to want, to be undonne.
Unhappie wight, borne to desastrous end,
That doth his life in so long tendance spend!
I hate the day, because it lendeth light
To see all things, but not my love to see.
Who to himself is law no law doth need,
Offends no law, and is a king indeed.
Each natural agent works but to this end,--
To render that it works on like itself.
He is at no end of his actions blest
Whose ends will make him greatest, and not best.
Only a few industrious Scots perhaps, who indeed are dispersed over the face of the whole earth. But as for them, there are no greater friends to Englishmen and England, when they are out on 't, in the world, than they are. And for my own part, I would a hundred thousand of them were there [Virginia]; for we are all one countrymen now, ye know, and we should find ten times more comfort of them there than we do here.
O Douglas, O Douglas!
Tendir and trewe.
And for the few that only lend their ear,
That few is all the world.
