Quotes
Quotes about Worth
There buds the promise of celestial worth.
Worth makes the man, and want of it the fellow;
The rest is all but leather or prunello.
Good sense, which only is the gift of Heaven,
And though no science, fairly worth the seven.
Cursed be the verse, how well so e'er it flow,
That tends to make one worthy man my foe.
'T is fortune gives us birth,
But Jove alone endues the soul with worth.
Whatever day
Makes man a slave, takes half his worth away.
But he whose inborn worth his acts commend,
Of gentle soul, to human race a friend.
Note 25.Quandoque bonus dormitat Homerus (Even the worthy Homer some times nods).--Horace: De Arte Poetica, 359.
Whatever is worth doing at all, is worth doing well.
This mournful truth is ev'rywhere confess'd,--
Slow rises worth by poverty depress'd.
Hawkesworth said of Johnson, "You have a memory that would convict any author of plagiarism in any court of literature in the world."
King Stephen was a worthy peere,
His breeches cost him but a croune;
He held them sixpence all too deere,
Therefore he call'd the taylor loune.
He was a wight of high renowne,
And those but of a low degree;
Itt's pride that putts the countrye doune,
Then take thine old cloake about thee.
The worthy gentleman who has been snatched from us at the moment of the election, and in the middle of the contest, whilst his desires were as warm and his hopes as eager as ours, has feelingly told us what shadows we are, and what shadows we pursue.
No statesman e'er will find it worth his pains
To tax our labours and excise our brains.
A life spent worthily should be measured by a nobler line,--by deeds, not years.
Perhaps Dundee's wild-warbling measures rise,
Or plaintive Martyrs, worthy of the name.
Torn from their destined page (unworthy meed
Of knightly counsel and heroic deed).
And you must love him, ere to you
He will seem worthy of your love.
And the stern joy which warriors feel
In foemen worthy of their steel.
Where, where was Roderick then?
One blast upon his bugle horn
Were worth a thousand men.
Sound, sound the clarion, fill the fife!
To all the sensual world proclaim,
One crowded hour of glorious life
Is worth an age without a name.
I strove with none, for none was worth my strife;
Nature I loved; and next to Nature, Art.
I warm'd both hands against the fire of life;
It sinks, and I am ready to depart.
Take all the pleasures of all the spheres,
And multiply each through endless years,--
One minute of heaven is worth them all.
Fair Greece! sad relic of departed worth!
Immortal, though no more! though fallen, great!
And what is writ is writ,--
Would it were worthier!
