Great Throughts Treasury

"The body is the soul's poor house or home, whose ribs the laths are and whose flesh the loam."

"The first act's doubtful, but we say, it is the last commends the play."

"Then be not coy, but use your time; and while ye may, go marry: for having lost but once your prime, you may forever tarry."

"Then this immensive cup of aromatic wine, Catullus, I quaff up To that terse muse of thine."

"The person lives twice who lives the first life well."

"The starres of the night Will lend thee their light, Like tapers cleare without number."

"Thou art my life, my love, my heart, the very eyes of me: and hast command of every part to live and die for thee."

"Thou art a plant sprung up to wither never, But, like a laurell, to grow green forever."

"The readiness of doing doth expresse No other but the doer's willingnesse."

"Then this immensive cup of aromatic wine, Catullus, I quaff up to that terse muse of thine."

"Then, lastly, let some weekly strewings be devoted to the memory of me: then shall my ghost not walk about, but keep still in the cool and silent shades of sleep."

"There is a lady sweet and kind, Was never face so pleased my mind; I did but see her passing by, And yet I love her till I die."

"Thus let this Christal'd Lillie be a Rule, how far to teach, your nakednesse must reach: and that, no further, than we see those glaring colours laid by Arts wise hand, but to this end they sho'd obey a shade; lest they too far extend."

"Thou gav'st me life, but mortal; for that one favour I'll make full satisfaction: for my life mortal, rise from out thy hearse, and take a life immortal from my verse."

"Thus woe succeeds a woe, as wave a wave."

"Thus times do shift, each thing his turn does hold; new things succeed, as former things grow old."

"Tis not Apollo can, or those thrice three Castalian sisters sing, if wanting thee. Horace, Anacreon both had lost their fame. Had'st thou not filled them with thy fire and flame."

"Tis hard to find God, but to comprehend Him, as He is, is labour without end."

"Tis not the food, but the content, That makes the table's merriment."

"To get thine ends, lay bashfulness aside; who fears to ask, doth teach to be deny'd."

"Tis sin, nay, profanation to keep in."

"To the Virgins, To Make much of Time - Gather ye rose-buds while ye may, old time is still a-flying; and this same flower that smiles today, tomorrow will be dying. The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun, the higher he?s a-getting, the sooner will his race be run, and nearer he is to setting. That age is best which is the first, when youth and blood are warmer; but being spent, the worse, and worst times still succeed the former. Then be not coy, but use your time, and while you may, go marry; for having lost but once your prime, you may forever tarry."

"Tis sweet to think on what was hard t'endure."

"Trust to good Verses, then; they onley will aspire, when Pyramids, as men, are lost, i?th? funerall fire."

"Upon her cheeks she wept, and from those showers Sprang up a sweet nativity of flowers."

"Twixt kings and tyrants there's this difference known; Kings seek their subjects' good: tyrants their own."

"We die, as your hours do, and dry away, like to the summer's rain; or as the pearls of morning's dew."

"We credit most our sight; one eye doth please Our trust farre more than ten eare-witnesses."

"Welcome, maids of honor, you doe bring In the spring, And wait upon her."

"We such clusters had as made us nobly wild, not mad; and yet each verse of thine outdid the meat, outdid the frolic wine."

"What is a kiss? Why this, as some approve: the sure, sweet cement, glue, and lime of love."

"When as that Rubie, which you weare, sunk from the tip of your soft eare, will last to be a precious Stone, when all your world of Beautie 's gone."

"When a daffadill I see, Hanging down his head t'wards me, Guesse I may, what I must be: First, I shall decline my head; Secondly, I shall be dead: Lastly, safely buryed."

"What though the sea be calm? trust to the shore, Ships have been drown'd, where late they danc'd before."

"When as in silks my Julia goes, then, then (me thinks) how sweetly flowes that liquefaction of her clothes. Next, when I cast mine eyes and see that brave Vibration each way free; O how that glittering taketh me!"

"When the artless doctor sees no one hope, but of his fees, and his skill runs on the lees; Sweet Spirit, comfort me! When his potion and his pill, has, or none, or little skill, meet for nothing, but to kill; Sweet Spirit, comfort me!"

"When one is past, another care we have; Thus woe succeeds a woe, as wave a wave."

"When I a verse shall make, know I have prayed thee, for old religion's sake, Saint Ben, to aid me."

"When the rose reigns, and locks with ointments shine, let rigid Cato read these lines of mine."

"When the tempter me pursueth with the sins of all my youth, and half damns me with untruth,"

"When words we want, love teacheth to indite; And what we blush to speak, she bids us write."

"Whenas in silks my Julia goes, then, then, methinks, how sweeetly flows that liquefaction of her clothes."

"Where we such clusters had, as made us nobly wild, not mad; and yet each verse of thine outdid the meat, outdid the frolic wine."

"Who covets more is evermore a slave."

"Who after his transgression doth repent, Is halfe, or altogether, innocent."

"Why doe ye weep, sweet babes? Can tears Speak griefe in you, Who were but borne Just as the modest morne Teemed her refreshing dew?"

"Who with a little cannot be content, endures an everlasting punishment."

"Y'are the maiden posies, and so graced to be placed 'fore damask roses. Yet though thus respected by-and-by ye do lie, poor girls, neglected."

"Ye have been fresh and green, ye have been fill'd with flowers: and ye the Walks have been where Maids have spent their houres."

"You are the Queen all flowers among, but die you must (faire Maid) ere long, as He, the maker of this Song."