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Quotes about Smile


Farewell! a long farewell, to all my greatness!
This is the state of man: to-day he puts forth
The tender leaves of hopes; to-morrow blossoms,
And bears his blushing honours thick upon him;
The third day comes a frost, a killing frost,
And when he thinks, good easy man, full surely
His greatness is a-ripening, nips his root,
And then he falls, as I do. I have ventured,
Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders,
This many summers in a sea of glory,
But far beyond my depth: my high-blown pride
At length broke under me and now has left me,
Weary and old with service, to the mercy
Of a rude stream, that must forever hide me.
Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye:
I feel my heart new opened. O, how wretched
Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favours!
There is betwixt that smile we would aspire to,
That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin,
More pangs and fears than wars or women have:
And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer,
Never to hope again.

William Shakespeare

Welcome ever smiles,
And farewell goes out sighing.

William Shakespeare

Seldom he smiles, and smiles in such a sort
As if he mock'd himself, and scorn'd his spirit
That could be moved to smile at anything.

William Shakespeare

Forever, and forever, farewell, Cassius!
If we do meet again, why, we shall smile;
If not, why then this parting was well made.

William Shakespeare

There's daggers in men's smiles.

William Shakespeare

O villain, villain, smiling, damned villain!
My tables,--meet it is I set it down,
That one may smile, and smile, and be a villain:
At least I 'm sure it may be so in Denmark.

William Shakespeare

The robb'd that smiles, steals something from the thief.

William Shakespeare

Affliction may one day smile again; and till then, sit thee down, sorrow!

William Shakespeare

Smile with an intent to do mischief, or cozen him whom he salutes.

Robert Burton

Cherry ripe, ripe, ripe, I cry,
Full and fair ones,--come and buy!
If so be you ask me where
They do grow, I answer, there,
Where my Julia's lips do smile,--
There's the land, or cherry-isle.

Robert Herrick

Gather ye rosebuds while ye may,
Old Time is still a-flying,
And this same flower that smiles to-day
To-morrow will be dying.

Robert Herrick

Death
Grinn'd horrible a ghastly smile, to hear
His famine should be fill'd.

John Milton

As Jupiter
On Juno smiles, when he impregns the clouds
That shed May flowers.

John Milton

With a smile that glow'd
Celestial rosy red, love's proper hue.

John Milton

Smiles from reason flow,
To brute deny'd, and are of love the food.

John Milton

Haste thee, Nymph, and bring with thee
Jest and youthful Jollity,
Quips and Cranks and wanton Wiles,
Nods and Becks and wreathed Smiles.

John Milton

I 'm weary of conjectures,--this must end 'em.
Thus am I doubly armed: my death and life,
My bane and antidote, are both before me:
This in a moment brings me to an end;
But this informs me I shall never die.
The soul, secured in her existence, smiles
At the drawn dagger, and defies its point.
The stars shall fade away, the sun himself
Grow dim with age, and Nature sink in years;
But thou shalt flourish in immortal youth,
Unhurt amidst the war of elements,
The wrecks of matter, and the crush of worlds.

Joseph Addison

Whose yesterdays look backwards with a smile.

Edward Young

To frown at pleasure, and to smile in pain.

Edward Young

Such labour'd nothings, in so strange a style,
Amaze th' unlearn'd and make the learned smile.

Alexander Pope

Eternal smiles his emptiness betray,
As shallow streams run dimpling all the way.

Alexander Pope

Me let the tender office long engage
To rock the cradle of reposing age;
With lenient arts extend a mother's breath,
Make languor smile, and smooth the bed of death;
Explore the thought, explain the asking eye,
And keep awhile one parent from the sky.

Alexander Pope

And wine can of their wits the wise beguile,
Make the sage frolic, and the serious smile.

Alexander Pope

So comes a reckoning when the banquet's o'er,--
The dreadful reckoning, and men smile no more.

John Gay

The law is a sort of hocus-pocus science, that smiles in yer face while it picks yer pocket; and the glorious uncertainty of it is of mair use to the professors than the justice of it.

Charles Macklin

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