Great Throughts Treasury

"And prate and preach about what others prove, as if the world and they were hand and glove."

"And Satan trembles when he sees the weakest saint upon his knees."

"And spare the poet for his subject's sake."

"And still to love, though prest with ill, in wintry age to feel no chill, with me is to be lovely still, my mary!"

"And the first smith was the first murderer's son."

"And the tear that is wiped with a little address, may be follow'd perhaps by a smile."

"And up he got, in haste to ride, but soon came down again."

"And what else is the cause of all transgression, but that man's ignorant pride will have his will preferred to the will of God."

"And, of all lies (be that one poet's boast) the lie that flatters I abhor the most."

"Anticipated rents, and bills unpaid, force many a shining youth into the shade, not to redeem his time, but his estate, and play the fool, but at the cheaper rate."

"As a priest, a piece of mere church furniture at best."

"As creeping ivy clings to wood or stone, and hides the ruin that it feeds upon."

"As dreadful as the manichean god, adored through fear, strong only to destroy."

"As if the world and they were hand and glove."

"Assail'd by scandal and the tongue of strife, his only answer was a blameless life; and he that forged, and he that threw the dart, had each a brother's interest in his heart."

"Away went Gilpin, neck or naught, away went hat and wig!"

"Be it a weakness, it deserves some praise, we love the play-place of our early days; the scene is touching, and the heart is stone, that feels not at that sight, and feels at none."

"Beggars invention and makes fancy lame."

"Behind a frowning providence he hides a smiling face."

"Behold the picture! Is it like? Like whom?"

"Beware of desperate steps. The darkest day, live till to-morrow, will have pass'd away."

"Blest be the art that can immortalize,--the art that baffles time's tyrannic claim to quench it."

"Blind unbelief is sure to err, and scan his work in vain; god is his own interpreter, and he will make it plain."

"Books are not seldom talismans and spells."

"Built God a church, and laugh'd his Word to scorn."

"But conversation, choose what theme we may, and chiefly when religion leads the way, should flow, like waters after summer show'rs, not as if raised by mere mechanic powers."

"But many a crime deemed innocent on earth is registered in heaven; and these no doubt have each their record, with a curse annex'd."

"But misery still delights to trace its 'semblance in another's case. No voice divine the storm allay'd, no light propitious shone; when, snatch'd from all effectual aid, we perish'd, each alone: but I beneath a rougher sea, and whelm'd in deeper gulphs than he."

"But oars alone can ne'er prevail to reach the distant coast the breath of heaven must swell the sail, or all the toil is lost."

"But poverty, with most who whimper forth their long complaints, is self-inflicted woe; the effect of laziness, or sottish write."

"But slaves that once conceive the glowing thought of freedom, in that hope itself possess all that the contest calls for; spirit, strength, the scorn of danger, and united hearts, the surest presage of the good they seek."

"But still remember, if you mean to please, to press your point with modesty and ease."

"But strive still to be a man before your mother."

"But that disease when soberly defined is the false fire of an o'erheated mind."

"But the sea-fowl has gone to her nest, the beast is laid down in his lair."

"But they whom truth and wisdom lead can gather honey from a weed."

"But truths on which depends our main concern, that 'tis our shame and misery not to learn, shine by the side of every path we tread with such a lustre he that runs may read."

"But war's a game, which, were their subjects wise, kings would not play at."

"But what is truth? 'Twas Pilate's question put to truth itself, that deign'd him no reply."

"But who with filial confidence inspired, can lift to heaven an unpresumptuous eye, and smiling say, my father made them all."

"But, oh, thou bounteous giver of all good, thou art, of all thy gifts, thyself thy crown!"

"By contemplation's help,not sought in vain, I seem t' have liv'd my childhood o'er again; to have renew'd the joys that once were mine."

"By low ambition and the thirst of praise."

"Call'd to the temple of impure delight he that abstains, and he alone, does right. If a wish wander that way, call it home; he cannot long be safe whose wishes roam."

"Can a woman's tender care cease towards the child she bare? Yes, she may forgetful be, yet will I remember thee."

"Candid and generous and just. Boys care but little whom they trust. An error soon corrected -- for who but learns in riper years. That man, when smoothest he appears, is most to be suspected?"

"Ceremony leads her bigots forth, prepared to fight for shadows of no worth. While truths, on which eternal things depend, can hardly find a single friend."

"Charge his mind with meanings that he never had."

"Come, evening, once again, season of peace; return, sweet evening, and continue long! Methinks I see thee in the streaky west, with matron step, slow moving, while the night treads on thy sweeping train; one hand employ'd in letting fall the curtain of repose on bird and beast, the other charged for man with sweet oblivion of the cares of day."

"Could he with reason murmur at his case, himself sole author of his own disgrace?"