Quotes
Quotes about Will
They will not let my play run; and yet they steal my thunder.
None so deaf as those that will not hear.
None so blind as those that will not see.
Wherever God erects a house of prayer,
The Devil always builds a chapel there;
And 't will be found, upon examination,
The latter has the largest congregation.
A Rechabite poor Will must live,
And drink of Adam's ale.
'T is an old maxim in the schools,
That flattery's the food of fools;
Yet now and then your men of wit
Will condescend to take a bit.
You must take the will for the deed.
I know Sir John will go, though he was sure it would rain cats and dogs.
This business will never hold water.
The will for the deed.
Will. Honeycomb calls these over-offended ladies the outrageously virtuous.
The blood will follow where the knife is driven,
The flesh will quiver where the pincers tear.
First, then, a woman will or won't, depend on 't;
If she will do 't, she will; and there's an end on 't.
But if she won't, since safe and sound your trust is,
Fear is affront, and jealousy injustice.
For forms of government let fools contest;
Whate'er is best administer'd is best.
For modes of faith let graceless zealots fight;
His can't be wrong whose life is in the right.
In faith and hope the world will disagree,
But all mankind's concern is charity.
The ruling passion, be it what it will,
The ruling passion conquers reason still.
Who builds a church to God and not to fame,
Will never mark the marble with his name.
One science only will one genius fit:
So vast is art, so narrow human wit.
In words, as fashions, the same rule will hold,
Alike fantastic if too new or old:
Be not the first by whom the new are tried,
Nor yet the last to lay the old aside.
Envy will merit as its shade pursue,
But like a shadow proves the substance true.
Damn with faint praise, assent with civil leer,
And without sneering teach the rest to sneer;
Willing to wound, and yet afraid to strike,
Just hint a fault, and hesitate dislike.
And binding Nature fast in fate,
Left free the human will.
You beat your pate, and fancy wit will come;
Knock as you please, there's nobody at home.
Urge him with truth to frame his fair replies;
And sure he will: for Wisdom never lies.
Forgetful youth! but know, the Power above
With ease can save each object of his love;
Wide as his will extends his boundless grace.
And taste
The melancholy joy of evils past:
For he who much has suffer'd, much will know.
