And strictly meditate the thankless Muse. |
And when they list, their lean and flashy songs / Grate on their scrannel pipes of wretched straw, / The hungry sheep look up, and are not fed, / But swoln with wind, and the rank mist they draw, / Rot inwardly, and foul contagion spread. |
And, re-assembling our afflicted powers, consult how we may henceforth most offend. |
Anon out of the earth a fabric huge / Rose like an exhalation. |
As an engineer, I feel it's at a point we should be concerned, ... We're taking risks already. I don't like relying on nature not to do something. |
As good almost kill a man as kill a good book: who kills a man kills a reasonable creature, God's image; but he who destroys a good book, kills reason itself, kills the image of God, as it were, in the eye |
As killing as the canker to the rose. |
Assuredly we bring not innocence not the world, we bring impurity much rather: that which purifies us is trial, and trial is by what is contrary. |
At last he rose, and twitched his mantle blue; / Tomorrow to fresh woods, and pastures new. |
At whose sight all the stars / Hide their diminished heads. |
Athens, the eye of Greece, mother of arts / And eloquence. |
Avenge, O Lord, thy slaughtered saints, whose bones / Lie scattered on the Alpine mountains cold; / Even them who kept thy truth so pure of old / When all our fathers worshipped stocks and stones. |
Bacchus, that first from out the purple grape, / Crushed the sweet poison of misusèd wine. |
Be strong, live happy, and love, but first of all Him whom to love is to obey |
Beauty is Nature's brag, and must be shown In courts, at feasts, and high solemnities, Where most may wonder at the workmanship; It is for homely features to keep home |