Quotes
Quotes about Wit
England! Whence came each glowing hue That hints your flag of meteor light,-- The streaming red, the deeper blue, Crossed with the moonbeams' pearly white? The blood, the bruise--the blue, the red-- Let Asia's groaning millions speak; The white it tells of colour fled From starving Erin's pallid cheek.
Your flag and my flag, And how it flies today In your land and my land And half a world away! Rose-red and blood-red The stripes forever gleam; Snow-white and soul-white-- The good forefathers' dream; Sky-blue and true-blue, with stars to gleam aright-- The gloried guidon of the day, a shelter through the night.
It has been well said that "the arch-flatterer with whom all the petty flatterers have intelligence is a man's self."
For there is no faithfulness in their mouth; their inward part is very wickedness; their throat is an open sepulchre; they flatter with their tongue.
If he be so resolved, I can o'ersway him; for he loves to hear That unicorns may be betrayed with trees And bears with glasses, elephants with holes, Lions with toils, and men with flatterers, He says he does, being then most flattered.
Take no repulse, whatever she doth say; For 'get you gone,' she doth not mean 'away.' Flatter and praise, commend, extol their graces; Though ne'er so black, say they have angels' faces. That man that hath a tongue, I say is no man, If with his tongue he cannot win a woman.
'Tis 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.
None are more taken in with flattery than the proud, who wish to be the first and are not.
Fools grow without watering.
Nobody can describe a fool to the life, without much patient self-inspection.
A diamond with a flaw is better than a common stone that is perfect.
It was many and many a year ago, In a District styled E.C., That a monster dwelt whom I cam to know By the name of Cannibal Flea, And the brute was possessed with no other thought Than to live--and to live on me.
Then mimick'd my voice with satyrical sneer, And sent me away with a Flea in my ear.
New ideas stir from every corner. The show up disguised innocently as interruptions, contradictions and embarrasing dilemmas. Beware of total strangers and friends alike who shower you with comfortable sameness, and remain open to those who make you uneasy, for they are the true messengers of the future. -Rob Lebow.
I saw a flie within a beade Of amber cleanly buried.
Busy, curious, thirsty fly, Drink with me and drink as I! Freely welcome to my cup, Could'st thou sip and sip it up; Make the most of life you may; Life is short and wears away.
In his holy flirtation with the world, God occasionally drops a handkerchief. These handkerchiefs are called saints.
There are times not to flirt. When you're sick. When you're with children. When you're on the witness stand.
Sweet letters of the angel tongue, I've loved ye long and well, And never have failed in your fragrance sweet To find some secret spell,-- A charm that has bound me with witching power, For mine is the old belief, That midst your sweets and midst your bloom, There's a soul in every leaf!
As for marigolds, poppies, hollyhocks, and valorous sunflowers, we shall never have a garden without them, both for their own sake, and for the sake of old-fashioned folks, who used to love them.
I have loved flowers that fade, Within those magic tents Rich hues have marriage made With sweet unmemoried scents.
Brazen helm of daffodillies, With a glitter toward the light. Purple violets for the mouth, Breathing perfumes west and south; And a sword of flashing lilies, Holden ready for the fight.
Ah, ah, Cytherea! Adonis is dead. She wept tear after tear, with the blood which was shed,-- And both turned into flowers for the earth's garden-close; Her tears, to the wind-flower,--his blood, to the rose.
Where fall the tears of love the rose appears, And where the ground is bright with friendship's tears, Forget-me-not, and violets, heavenly blue, Spring glittering with the cheerful drops like dew.
Ye field flowers! the gardens eclipse you 'tis true: Yet wildings of nature, I dote upon you, For ye waft me to summers of old, When the earth teem'd around me with fairy delight, And when daisies and buttercups gladden'd my sight, Like treasures of silver and gold.
