Quotes
Quotes about Shame
Pryde will have a fall;
For pryde goeth before and shame commeth after.
Let pride go afore, shame will follow after.
Thou wear a lion's hide! doff it for shame,
And hang a calf's-skin on those recreant limbs.
While you live, tell truth and shame the devil!
Conjure with 'em,--
Brutus will start a spirit as soon as Cæsar.
Now, in the names of all the gods at once,
Upon what meat doth this our Cæsar feed,
That he is grown so great? Age, thou art shamed!
Rome, thou hast lost the breed of noble bloods!
O shame! where is thy blush? Rebellious hell,
If thou canst mutine in a matron's bones,
To flaming youth let virtue be as wax,
And melt in her own fire: proclaim no shame
When the compulsive ardour gives the charge,
Since frost itself as actively doth burn,
And reason panders will.
Nature her custom holds,
Let shame say what it will.
I have mark'd
A thousand blushing apparitions
To start into her face, a thousand innocent shames
In angel whiteness beat away those blushes.
Must I hold a candle to my shames?
A nightingale dies for shame if another bird sings better.
Oh, shame to men! devil with devil damn'd
Firm concord holds, men only disagree
Of creatures rational.
Love taught him shame; and shame, with love at strife,
Soon taught the sweet civilities of life.
Birds in their little nests agree;
And 't is a shameful sight
When children of one family
Fall out, and chide, and fight.
Honour and shame from no condition rise;
Act well your part, there all the honour lies.
Fired that the house rejects him, "'Sdeath! I 'll print it,
And shame the fools."
If yet not lost to all the sense of shame.
Studious to please, yet not ashamed to fail.
Her track, where'er the goddess roves,
Glory pursue, and gen'rous shame,
Th' unconquerable mind, and freedom's holy flame.
Ye towers of Julius, London's lasting shame,
With many a foul and midnight murder fed.
The only art her guilt to cover,
To hide her shame from every eye,
To give repentance to her lover,
And wring his bosom, is--to die.
Men the most infamous are fond of fame,
And those who fear not guilt yet start at shame.
Avoid shame, but do not seek glory,--nothing so expensive as glory.
And lovelier things have mercy shown
To every failing but their own;
And every woe a tear can claim,
Except an erring sister's shame.
But 'neath yon crimson tree
Lover to listening maid might breathe his flame,
Nor mark, within its roseate canopy,
Her blush of maiden shame.
Look out upon the stars, my love,
And shame them with thine eyes.
