Quotes
Quotes about Man
Manus haec inimica tyrannis
Ense petit placidam sub libertate quietem.
When all is done, human life is, at the greatest and the best, but like a froward child, that must be played with and humoured a little to keep it quiet till it falls asleep, and then the care is over.
Above any Greek or Roman name.
A man so various, that he seem'd to be
Not one, but all mankind's epitome;
Stiff in opinions, always in the wrong,
Was everything by starts, and nothing long;
But in the course of one revolving moon
Was chymist, fiddler, statesman, and buffoon.
So over violent, or over civil,
That every man with him was God or Devil.
Beware the fury of a patient man.
Better to hunt in fields for health unbought
Than fee the doctor for a nauseous draught.
The wise for cure on exercise depend;
God never made his work for man to mend.
Her wit was more than man, her innocence a child.
From harmony, from heavenly harmony,
This universal frame began:
From harmony to harmony
Through all the compass of the notes it ran,
The diapason closing full in Man.
Happy the man, and happy he alone,
He who can call to-day his own;
He who, secure within, can say,
To-morrow, do thy worst, for I have liv'd to-day.
Arms and the man I sing, who, forced by fate
And haughty Juno's unrelenting hate.
She knows her man, and when you rant and swear,
Can draw you to her with a single hair.
I am as free as Nature first made man,
Ere the base laws of servitude began,
When wild in woods the noble savage ran.
Lord of humankind.
This is the porcelain clay of humankind.
Angels listen when she speaks:
She's my delight, all mankind's wonder;
But my jealous heart would break
Should we live one day asunder.
Here lies our sovereign lord the king,
Whose word no man relies on;
He never says a foolish thing,
Nor ever does a wise one.
For pointed satire I would Buckhurst choose,
The best good man with the worst-natured muse.
It is a very good world to live in,
To lend, or to spend, or to give in;
But to beg or to borrow, or to get a man's own,
It is the very worst world that ever was known.
O woman! lovely woman! Nature made thee
To temper man: we had been brutes without you.
Angels are painted fair, to look like you:
There's in you all that we believe of heaven,--
Amazing brightness, purity, and truth,
Eternal joy, and everlasting love.
What mighty ills have not been done by woman!
Who was 't betrayed the Capitol?--A woman!
Who lost Mark Antony the world?--A woman!
Who was the cause of a long ten years' war,
And laid at last old Troy in ashes?--Woman!
Destructive, damnable, deceitful woman!
I knew a very wise man that believed that if a man were permitted to make all the ballads, he need not care who should make the laws of a nation.
Man, false man, smiling, destructive man!
A man who could make so vile a pun would not scruple to pick a pocket.
Of the king's creation you may be; but he who makes a count ne'er made a man.
