Quotes
Quotes about Man
This bold bad man.
I have touched the highest point of all my greatness;
And from that full meridian of my glory
I haste now to my setting: I shall fall
Like a bright exhalation in the evening,
And no man see me more.
Press not a falling man too far!
Farewell! a long farewell, to all my greatness!
This is the state of man: to-day he puts forth
The tender leaves of hopes; to-morrow blossoms,
And bears his blushing honours thick upon him;
The third day comes a frost, a killing frost,
And when he thinks, good easy man, full surely
His greatness is a-ripening, nips his root,
And then he falls, as I do. I have ventured,
Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders,
This many summers in a sea of glory,
But far beyond my depth: my high-blown pride
At length broke under me and now has left me,
Weary and old with service, to the mercy
Of a rude stream, that must forever hide me.
Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye:
I feel my heart new opened. O, how wretched
Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favours!
There is betwixt that smile we would aspire to,
That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin,
More pangs and fears than wars or women have:
And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer,
Never to hope again.
An old man, broken with the storms of state,
Is come to lay his weary bones among ye:
Give him a little earth for charity!
He was a man
Of an unbounded stomach.
Men's evil manners live in brass; their virtues
We write in water.
'T is a cruelty
To load a falling man.
The common curse of mankind,--folly and ignorance.
All lovers swear more performance than they are able, and yet reserve an ability that they never perform; vowing more than the perfection of ten, and discharging less than the tenth part of one.
And like a dew-drop from the lion's mane,
Be shook to air.
Many-headed multitude.
She is a woman, therefore may be woo'd;
She is a woman, therefore may be won;
She is Lavinia, therefore must be loved.
What, man! more water glideth by the mill
Than wots the miller of; and easy it is
Of a cut loaf to steal a shive.
That book in many's eyes doth share the glory
That in gold clasps locks in the golden story.
O, then, I see Queen Mab hath been with you!
She is the fairies' midwife, and she comes
In shape no bigger than an agate-stone
On the fore-finger of an alderman,
Drawn with a team of little atomies
Athwart men's noses as they lie asleep.
Care keeps his watch in every old man's eye,
And where care lodges, sleep will never lie.
A gentleman, nurse, that loves to hear himself talk, and will speak more in a minute than he will stand to in a month.
My man's as true as steel.
Rom. Courage, man; the hurt cannot be much.
Mer. No, 't is not so deep as a well, nor so wide as a church-door; but 't is enough, 't will serve.
Villain and he be many miles asunder.
Here's that which is too weak to be a sinner,--honest water, which ne'er left man i' the mire.
Immortal gods, I crave no pelf;
I pray for no man but myself;
Grant I may never prove so fond,
To trust man on his oath or bond.
Every man has his fault, and honesty is his.
It is a familiar beast to man, and signifies love.
Like a fair house, built on another man's ground.
