Quotes
Quotes about Sense
O sleep, O gentle sleep,
Nature's soft nurse! how have I frighted thee,
That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down
And steep my senses in forgetfulness?
This castle hath a pleasant seat; the air
Nimbly and sweetly recommends itself
Unto our gentle senses.
And be these juggling fiends no more believ'd,
That palter with us in a double sense:
That keep the word of promise to our ear
And break it to our hope.
Assume a virtue, if you have it not.
That monster, custom, who all sense doth eat,
Of habits devil, is angel yet in this.
The hand of little employment hath the daintier sense.
O thou weed,
Who art so lovely fair and smell'st so sweet
That the sense aches at thee, would thou hadst ne'er been born.
A man whose blood
Is very snow-broth; one who never feels
The wanton stings and motions of the sense.
The sense of death is most in apprehension;
And the poor beetle, that we tread upon,
In corporal sufferance finds a pang as great
As when a giant dies.
The most senseless and fit man.
I am a Jew. Hath not a Jew eyes? Hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions?
The worst speak something good; if all want sense,
God takes a text, and preacheth Pa-ti-ence.
Some force whole regions, in despite
O' geography, to change their site;
Make former times shake hands with latter,
And that which was before come after.
But those that write in rhyme still make
The one verse for the other's sake;
For one for sense, and one for rhyme,
I think's sufficient at one time.
In discourse more sweet;
For eloquence the soul, song charms the sense.
Others apart sat on a hill retir'd,
In thoughts more elevate, and reason'd high
Of providence, foreknowledge, will, and fate,
Fix'd fate, free-will, foreknowledge absolute;
And found no end, in wand'ring mazes lost.
Him of the western dome, whose weighty sense
Flows in fit words and heavenly eloquence.
Made still a blund'ring kind of melody;
Spurr'd boldly on, and dashed through thick and thin,
Through sense and nonsense, never out nor in.
But Shadwell never deviates into sense.
Our souls sit close and silently within,
And their own web from their own entrails spin;
And when eyes meet far off, our sense is such,
That, spider-like, we feel the tenderest touch.
Immodest words admit of no defence,
For want of decency is want of sense.
Beauty soon grows familiar to the lover,
Fades in his eye, and palls upon the sense.
The virtuous Marcia towers above her sex.
The gratitude of place-expectants is a lively sense of future favours.
Remembrance and reflection how allied!
What thin partitions sense from thought divide!
Reason's whole pleasure, all the joys of sense,
Lie in three words,--health, peace, and competence.
Good sense, which only is the gift of Heaven,
And though no science, fairly worth the seven.
Words are like leaves; and where they most abound,
Much fruit of sense beneath is rarely found.
True ease in writing comes from art, not chance,
As those move easiest who have learn'd to dance.
'T is not enough no harshness gives offence,--
The sound must seem an echo to the sense.
