Such mistress, such Nan,
Such master, such man.
All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players.
They have their exits and their entrances;
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woful ballad
Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard;
Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lined,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side;
His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.
Who with a body filled and vacant mind
Gets him to rest, crammed with distressful bread.
And often did beguile her of her tears,
When I did speak of some distressful stroke
That my youth suffer'd. My story being done,
She gave me for my pains a world of sighs;
She swore, in faith, 't was strange, 't was passing strange,
'T was pitiful, 't was wondrous pitiful;
She wish'd she had not heard it, yet she wish'd
That Heaven had made her such a man; she thank'd me,
And bade me, if I had a friend that loved her,
I should but teach him how to tell my story,
And that would woo her. Upon this hint I spake:
She loved me for the dangers I had pass'd,
And I loved her that she did pity them.
This only is the witchcraft I have used.
Wives are young men's mistresses, companions for middle age, and old men's nurses.
And mistress of herself though china fall.
And proud his mistress' order to perform,
Rides in the whirlwind and directs the storm.
Philips, whose touch harmonious could remove
The pangs of guilty power and hapless love!
Rest here, distress'd by poverty no more;
Here find that calm thou gav'st so oft before;
Sleep undisturb'd within this peaceful shrine,
Till angels wake thee with a note like thine!
Absence of occupation is not rest,
A mind quite vacant is a mind distress'd.
Affliction's sons are brothers in distress;
A brother to relieve,--how exquisite the bliss!
Of blessed consolations in distress.
He who hath bent him o'er the dead
Ere the first day of death is fled,--
The first dark day of nothingness,
The last of danger and distress,
Before decay's effacing fingers
Have swept the lines where beauty lingers.
A poet's Mistress is a hallowed thing.
The right honorable gentleman [Robert Lowe, Viscount Sherbrooke] is the first of the new party who has retired into his political cave of Adullam and he has called about him everyone that was in distress and everyone that was discontented.
From out the throng and stress of lies,
From out the painful noise of sighs,
One voice of comfort seems to rise:
"It is the meaner part that dies."
Daughter am I in my mother's house;
But mistress in my own.
Afflicted, or distressed, in mind, body, or estate.
Night is my mistress and my muse. To her I drink
Nothing stayed still. A man changed his lodging, his place of work, his mistress; between man and wife love could die, a man's art or skill grew or languished or merely changed, and all beyond his control
The stress of invention is less arduous than the strain of word for word copying
Keep stress out of your life. Give it to others instead.
STRESSED is just DESSERTS spelled backward.
Two step formula for handling stress: 1. Don't sweat the small stuff. 2. Remember that it's all small stuff.
Indolence is a delightful but distressing state; we must be doing something to be happy. Action is no less necessary than thought to the instinctive tendencies of the human frame.
Do you seriously expect me to be the first Prince of Wales in history not to have a mistress?