What can't be cured must be endured.
Every schoolboy hath that famous testament of Grunnius Corocotta Porcellus at his fingers' end.
And this is that Homer's golden chain, which reacheth down from heaven to earth, by which every creature is annexed, and depends on his Creator.
Every man for himself, his own ends, the Devil for all.
Old friends are best. King James used to call for his old shoes; they were easiest for his feet.
But they that are above
Have ends in everything.
And I oft have heard defended,--
Little said is soonest mended.
Her eyes the glow-worm lend thee,
The shooting-stars attend thee;
And the elves also,
Whose little eyes glow
Like the sparks of fire, befriend thee.
Attempt the end, and never stand to doubt;
Nothing's so hard but search will find it out.
The slender debt to Nature's quickly paid,
Discharged, perchance, with greater ease than made.
Like summer friends,
Flies of estate and sunneshine.
Man is one world, and hath
Another to attend him.
The offender never pardons.
It [angling] deserves commendations;... it is an art worthy the knowledge and practice of a wise man.
You will find angling to be like the virtue of humility, which has a calmness of spirit and a world of other blessings attending upon it.
I remember that a wise friend of mine did usually say, "That which is everybody's business is nobody's business."
As if religion was intended
For nothing else but to be mended.
With mortal crisis doth portend
My days to appropinque an end.
Cheer'd up himself with ends of verse
And sayings of philosophers.
Friend Ralph, thou hast
Outrun the constable at last.
For angling-rod he took a sturdy oake;
For line, a cable that in storm ne'er broke;
His hooke was such as heads the end of pole
To pluck down house ere fire consumes it whole;
The hook was baited with a dragon's tale,--
And then on rock he stood to bob for whale.
Man is a noble animal, splendid in ashes and pompous in the grave.
That in our proper motion we ascend
Up to our native seat: descent and fall
To us is adverse.
The never-ending flight
Of future days.
In discourse more sweet;
For eloquence the soul, song charms the sense.
Others apart sat on a hill retir'd,
In thoughts more elevate, and reason'd high
Of providence, foreknowledge, will, and fate,
Fix'd fate, free-will, foreknowledge absolute;
And found no end, in wand'ring mazes lost.