How many honest words have suffered corruption since Chaucer's days!
He was the Word, that spake it:
He took the bread and brake it;
And what that Word did make it,
I do believe and take it.
Deeds, not words.
Hinc quam sic calamus sævior ense, patet. The pen worse than the sword.
Some undone widow sits upon mine arm,
And takes away the use of it; and my sword,
Glued to my scabbard with wronged orphans' tears,
Will not be drawn.
What things have we seen
Done at the Mermaid! heard words that have been
So nimble and so full of subtile flame
As if that every one from whence they came
Had meant to put his whole wit in a jest,
And resolved to live a fool the rest
Of his dull life.
For words are wise men's counters,--they do but reckon by them; but they are the money of fools.
Chase brave employment with a naked sword
Throughout the world.
Words are women, deeds are men.
When we desire to confine our words, we commonly say they are spoken under the rose.
Those graceful acts,
Those thousand decencies that daily flow
From all her words and actions.
He's gone, and who knows how he may report
Thy words by adding fuel to the flame?
The oracles are dumb,
No voice or hideous hum
Runs through the arched roof in words deceiving.
Apollo from his shrine
Can no more divine,
With hollow shriek the steep of Delphos leaving.
No nightly trance or breathed spell
Inspires the pale-eyed priest from the prophetic cell.
His words, like so many nimble and airy servitors, trip about him at command.
I 'll make thee glorious by my pen,
And famous by my sword.
Words that weep and tears that speak.
Him of the western dome, whose weighty sense
Flows in fit words and heavenly eloquence.
And torture one poor word ten thousand ways.
A knock-down argument: 't is but a word and a blow.
Immodest words admit of no defence,
For want of decency is want of sense.
Here lies our sovereign lord the king,
Whose word no man relies on;
He never says a foolish thing,
Nor ever does a wise one.
Libertas et natale solum:
Fine words! I wonder where you stole 'em.
Sharp's the word with her.
There's two words to that bargain.
Words are but empty thanks.