Beware of the fury of the patient man |
Beware the fury of a patient man. |
Bold knaves thrive without one grain of sense, but good men starve for want of impudence. |
Boldness is a mask for fear, however great. |
Born a shapeless lump, like Anarchy. |
But far more numerous was the herd of such, Who think too little, and who talk too much. |
But love's a malady without a cure. |
By education most have been misled; so they believe, because they were bred. The priest continues where the nurse began, and thus the child imposes on the man. |
By viewing Nature, Nature's handmaid, art, makes mighty things from small beginnings grow. |
Could swell the soul to rage, or kindle soft desire. |
Courage from hearts and not from numbers grows. |
Cousin Swift, you will never be a poet. |
Criticism, as it was first instituted by Aristotle, was meant as a standard of judging well; the chiefest part of which is to observe those excellencies which delight a reasonable reader |
Dancing is the poetry of the foot. |
Death in itself is nothing; but we fear to be we know not what, we know not where. |