Great Throughts Treasury

"To awaken each morning with a smile brightening my face; to greet the day with reverence for the opportunities it contains; to approach my work with a clean mind; to hold ever before me, even in the doing of little things, the Ultimate Purpose toward which I am working; to meet men and women with laughter on my lips and love in my heart; to be gentle, kind and courteous through all the hours; to approach the night with weariness that ever woos sleep and the joy that goes with work well done - this is how I desire to waste wisely my days."

"Gold that buys health can never be ill-spent."

"Art Thou Poor - Art thou poor, yet hast thou golden slumbers? O sweet content! Art thou rich, yet is thy mind perplexed? O punishment! Dost thou laugh to see how fools are vexed To add to golden numbers, golden numbers? O sweet content! O sweet, O sweet content! Work apace, apace, apace, apace; Honest labour bears a lovely face; Then hey nonny nonny, hey nonny nonny! Canst drink the waters of the crisped spring? O sweet content! Swimm'st thou in wealth, yet sink'st in thine own tears? O punishment! Then he that patiently want's burden bears No burden bears, but is a king, a king: O sweet content! O sweet, O sweet content! Work apace, apace, apace, apace; Honest labour bears a lovely face; Then hey nonny nonny, hey nonny nonny! Golden slumbers kiss your eyes, Smiles awake you when you rise. Sleep, pretty wantons, do not cry, And I will sing a lullaby: Rock them, rock them, lullaby. Care is heavy, therefore sleep you; You are care, and care must keep you. Sleep, pretty wantons, do not cry, And I will sing a lullaby: Rock them, rock them, lullaby. "

"A Cradle Song - Golden Slumbers kiss your eyes, Smiles awake you when you rise. Sleep, pretty wantons, do not cry, And I will sing a lullaby: Rock them, rock them, lullaby. Care is heavy, therefore sleep you; You are care, and care must keep you. Sleep, pretty wantons, do not cry, And I will sing a lullaby: Rock them, rock them, lullaby."

"Here lies the blithe Spring, Who first taught birds to sing, Yet in April herself fell a-crying: Then May growing hot, A sweating sickness she got, And the first of June lay a-dying. Yet no month can say, But her merry daughter May Stuck her coffins with flowers great plenty: The cuckoo sung in verse An epitaph o'er her hearse, But assure you the lines were not dainty. "

"Fancies are but streams Of vain pleasure: They who by their dreams True joys measure Feasting, starve; laughing, weep; Playing, smart. Whilst in sleep Fools with shadows smiling, Wake and find Hopes like wind, Idle hopes beguiling. Thoughts fly away, Time hath past 'em; Wake now, awake, see and taste 'em. "

"Cast away care; he that loves sorrow Lengthens not a day, nor can buy to-morrow ; Money is trash, and he that will spend it, Let him drink merrily, fortune will send it. Merrily, merrily, merrily, oh, ho ! Play it off stiffly, we may not part so. Wine is a charm, it heats the blood too, Cowards it will arm, if the wine be good too ; Quickens the wit, and makes the back able, Scorns to submit to the watch or constable. Merrily, &c. Pots fly about, give us more liquor, Brothers of a rout, our brains will flow quicker ; Empty the cask, score up, we care not ; Fill all the pots again, drink on, and spare not. "

"Rose - Here sit thou down upon this flow’ry bank, And make a garland for thy Lacy’s head. These pinks, these roses, and these violets, These blushing gilliflowers, these marigolds, The fair embroidery of his coronet, Carry not half such beauty in their cheeks, As the sweet countenance of my Lacy doth. O my most unkind father! O my stars, Why lower’d you so at my nativity, To make me love, yet live robb’d of my love? Here as a thief am I imprisoned For my dear Lacy’s sake within those walls, Which by my father’s cost were builded up For better purposes. Here must I languish For him that doth as much lament, I know, Mine absence, as for him I pine in woe. "

"Patience! why, 'tis the soul of peace: OF all the virtues, 'tis nearest kin to heaven: It makes men look like gods. The best of men That e'er wore earth about Him was a sufferer; A soft, meek, patient, humble, tranquil spirit; The first true gentleman that ever breathed. "

"The Invitation - LIVE with me still, and all the measures Played to by the spheres I'll teach thee; Let's but thus daily, all the pleasures The moon beholds, her man shall reach thee. Dwell in mine arms, aloft we'll hover, And see fields of armies fighting: Oh, part not from me! I'll discover There all but [?] books of fancy's writing. Be but my darling, age to free thee From her curse, shall fall a-dying; Call me thy empress, Time to see thee Shall forget his art of flying. "

"A mask of gold hides all deformities."

"Age is like love, it cannot be hid."

"Arguments, like children, should be like the subject that begets them."

"Ay, Marry, sir -- the only rising up in arms is in the arms of a woman!"

"Cast away care, he that loves sorrow lengthens not a day, nor can buy tomorrow; Money is trash, and he that will spend it, Let him drink merrily, fortune will send it."

"Do but consider what an excellent thing sleep is...that golden chain that ties health and our bodies together. Who complains of want? of wounds? of cares? of great men's oppressions? of captivity? whilst he sleepeth? Beggars in their beds take as much pleasure kings: can we therefore surfeit on this delicate Ambrosia? Can we drink too much of that whereof to taste too little tumbles us into a churchyard, and to use it but indifferently throws us into Bedlam? No, no, look upon Endymion, the moon's minion, who slept three score and fifteen years, and was not a hair the worse for it."

"Few for heaven would care, should they be ever happy."

"He steps upon death that stirs a foot."

"Honest labor bears a lovely face."

"Lengthens not a day, nor can buy tomorrow."

"O what a heaven is love! O what a hell!"

"One step to human bliss is sweet revenge."

"Purpose toward which I am working; to meet men and women with laughter on my"

"Sin is a raven croaking her own fall."

"Sleep is that golden chain that ties health and our bodies together."

"Surely man was not created to be an idle fellow; he was not set in this universal orchard to stand still as a tree."

"Than of a threadbare saint in wisdom's school."

"The best of men That e'er wore earth about him, was a sufferer A soft, meek, patient, humble, tranquil spirit, The first true gentleman that ever breath'd."

"I am full of thoughts, a thousand wheels toss my incertain fears, there is a storm in my hot boiling brains, which rises without wind. A horrid one."

"I cannot win the time trial of the world championships at my age,"

"The calmest husbands make the stormiest wives."

"The fairest cheek hath oftentimes a soul leprous as sin itself."

"The greatest strength expires with loss of breath; the mightiest in one minute stoop to death."

"The only way to win a wench is not to woo her; the only way to have her fast is to have her loose."

"The wisdom of this world is idiotism."

"This age thinks better of a gilded fool than of a threadbare saint in wisdom’s school."

"This principle is old, but true as fate, Kings may love treason, but the traitor hate."

"'Tis not a soldier's glory to tell how many lives he has ended, but how many he has saved."

"To awaken each morning with a smile brightening my face; to greet the day with reverence for the opportunities it contains; to approach my work with a clean mind; to hold ever before me, even in the doing of little things, the Ultimate Purpose toward which I am working; to meet men and women with laughter on my lips and love in my heart; to be gentle, kind, and courteous through all the hours; to approach the night with weariness that ever woos sleep and the joy that comes from work well done -- this is how I desire to waste wisely my days."

"We are ne’er like angels till our passion dies."

"Were there no women, men might live like gods."

"What a heaven is love! O what a hell!"

"Wrongs, like great whirlwinds, shake highest battlements."

"There are plenty of things that are wrong. Marxists used to use the term false consciousness, which is very out of fashion these days. If we were to ask people how ads work, most people would say, They work by tricking people but they don't trick me."

"This world, after all our science and sciences, is still a miracle; wonderful, inscrutable, magical and more, to whosoever will think of it."