Quotes
Quotes about Man
Can the fish love the fisherman? [Lat., Piscatorem piscis amare potest?]
A fisherman's walk: three steps and overboard.
He who holds the hook is aware in what waters many fish are swimming. [Lat., Qui sustinet hamos, Novit, quae multo pisce natentur aquae.]
Death is like a fisherman, who, having caught a fish in his net, leaves it in the water for a time; the fish continues to swim about, but all the while the net is round it, and the fishermen will snatch it out in his own good time.
No man is born an Artist nor an Angler.
Oh the brave Fisher's life, It is the best of any, 'Tis full of pleasure, void of strife, And 'tis belov'd of many: Other joys Are but toys; Only this Lawful is, For our skill Breeds no ill, But content and pleasure.
The man that weds for greedy wealth, He goes a fishing fair, But often times he gets a frog, Or very little share.
As the lone Angler, patient man, At Mewry-Water, or the Banne, Leaves off, against his placid wish, Impaling worms to torture fish.
When if or chance or hunger's powerful sway Directs the roving trout this fatal way, He greedily sucks in the twining bait, And tugs and nibbles the fallacious meat. Now, happy fisherman; now twitch the line! How thy rod bends! behold, the prize is thine!
Fling out, fling out, with cheer and shout, To all the winds of Our Country's Banner! Be every bar, and every star, Displayed in full and glorious manner! Blow, zephyrs, blow, keep the dear ensign flying! Blow, zephyrs, sweetly mournful, sighing, sighing, sighing!
A moth-eaten rag on a worm-eaten pole, It does not look likely to stir a man's soul. 'Tis the deeds that were done 'neath the moth-eaten rag, When the pole was a staff, and the rag was a flag.
Ay, here her tattered ensign down! Long has it waved on high, And many an eye has danced to see That banner in the sky.
It has been well said that "the arch-flatterer with whom all the petty flatterers have intelligence is a man's self."
We sometimes think that we hate flattery, but we only hate the manner in which it is done. [Fr., On croit quelquefoir hair la flatterie; maid on ne hait que a maniere de flatter.]
Gallantry of mind consists in saying flattering things in an agreeable manner.
No adulation; 'tis the death of virtue; Who flatters, is of all mankind the lowest Save he who courts the flattery.
By God, I cannot flatter, I do defy The tongues of soothers! but a braver place In my heart's love hath no man than yourself. Nay, task me to my word; approve me, lord.
Take no repulse, whatever she doth say; For 'get you gone,' she doth not mean 'away.' Flatter and praise, commend, extol their graces; Though ne'er so black, say they have angels' faces. That man that hath a tongue, I say is no man, If with his tongue he cannot win a woman.
What really flatters a man is that you think him worth flattering.
Nature has hardly formed a woman ugly enough to be insensible to flattery upon her person.
What really flatters a man is that you think him worth flattering.
To be a man's own fool is bad enough; but the vain man is everybody's.
Always let your flattery be seen through for what really flatters a man is that you think him worth flattering.
What the fool does in the end, the wise man does in the beginning.
"I cannot raise my worth too high; Of what vast consequence am I!" "Not of the importance you suppose," Replies a Flea upon his nose; "Be humble, learn thyself to scan; Know, pride was never made for man."
