And for the few that only lend their ear, That few is all the world. |
And who in time knows whither we may vent the treasure of our tongue, to what strange shores this gain of our best glories shall be sent, 't unknowing Nations with our stores? What worlds in the yet unformed Occident may come refined with the accents that are ours? |
By adversity are wrought the greatest works of admiration, and all the fair examples of renown, out of distress and misery are grown. |
Care-charmer Sleep, son of the sable Night, Brother to Death, in silent darkness born; Relive my languish, and restore the light. |
Come, worthy Greek! Ulysses, come; / Possess these shores with me! / The winds and seas are troublesome / And here we may be free. |
Custom, that is before all law; Nature, that is above all art. |
Fair is my love, and cruel as she's fair, / Her brow shades frowns, although her eyes are sunny. |
How dost thou wear and weary out thy days, / Restless Ambition, never at an end! |
Love is a sickness full of woes, / All remedies refusing; / A plant that with most cutting grows, / Most barren with best using. / Why so? / More we enjoy it, more it dies; / If not enjoyed, it sighing cries, / Hey ho. |
Love is a sickness full of woes, All remedies refusing; A plant that with most cutting grows, Most barren with best using |
Man is a creature of a willful head, and hardly driven is, but eas'ly led |
Men do not weigh the stalk for that it was, When once they find her flower, her glory, pass. |
Princes in this case / Do hate the traitor, though they love the treason. |
Sacred religion! Mother of Form and Fear! |
The absent danger greater still appears less fears he who is near the thing he fears |