Quotes
Quotes about Man
Blow, blow, thou winter wind!
Thou art not so unkind
As man's ingratitude.
Down on your knees,
And thank Heaven, fasting, for a good man's love.
It is a melancholy of mine own, compounded of many simples, extracted from many objects, and indeed the sundry contemplation of my travels, in which my often rumination wraps me in a most humorous sadness.
The fool doth think he is wise, but the wise man knows himself to be a fool.
How bitter a thing it is to look into happiness through another man's eyes!
As Stephen Sly and old John Naps of Greece,
And Peter Turph and Henry Pimpernell,
And twenty more such names and men as these
Which never were, nor no man ever saw.
A woman moved is like a fountain troubled,--
Muddy, ill-seeming, thick, bereft of beauty.
Such duty as the subject owes the prince,
Even such a woman oweth to her husband.
A young man married is a man that's marr'd.
Journeys end in lovers meeting,
Every wise man's son doth know.
Let still the woman take
An elder than herself: so wears she to him,
So sways she level in her husband's heart:
For, boy, however we do praise ourselves,
Our fancies are more giddy and unfirm,
More longing, wavering, sooner lost and worn,
Than women's are.
I think we do know the sweet Roman hand.
What, man! defy the Devil: consider, he is an enemy to mankind.
He is the half part of a blessed man,
Left to be finished by such as she;
And she a fair divided excellence,
Whose fulness of perfection lies in him.
Life is as tedious as a twice-told tale
Vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man.
All places that the eye of heaven visits
Are to a wise man ports and happy havens.
And now am I, if a man should speak truly, little better than one of the wicked.
'T is my vocation, Hal; 't is no sin for a man to labour in his vocation.
There's neither honesty, manhood, nor good fellowship in thee.
And as the soldiers bore dead bodies by,
He called them untaught knaves, unmannerly,
To bring a slovenly unhandsome corse
Betwixt the wind and his nobility.
And telling me, the sovereign'st thing on earth
Was parmaceti for an inward bruise;
And that it was great pity, so it was,
This villanous saltpetre should be digg'd
Out of the bowels of the harmless earth,
Which many a good tall fellow had destroy'd
So cowardly; and but for these vile guns,
He would himself have been a soldier.
Give you a reason on compulsion! If reasons were as plentiful as blackberries, I would give no man a reason upon compulsion, I.
A plague of sighing and grief! It blows a man up like a bladder.
Glen. I can call spirits from the vasty deep.
Hot. Why, so can I, or so can any man;
But will they come when you do call for them?
I saw young Harry, with his beaver on,
His cuisses on his thighs, gallantly arm'd,
Rise from the ground like feather'd Mercury,
And vaulted with such ease into his seat
As if an angel dropp'd down from the clouds,
To turn and wind a fiery Pegasus
And witch the world with noble horsemanship.
