Quotes
Quotes about Man
When to the sessions of sweet silent thought
I summon up remembrance of things past,
I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought,
And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste.
Full many a glorious morning have I seen.
Have you not heard it said full oft,
A woman's nay doth stand for naught?
A man whose blood
Is very snow-broth; one who never feels
The wanton stings and motions of the sense.
But man, proud man,
Drest in a little brief authority,
Most ignorant of what he's most assured,
His glassy essence, like an angry ape,
Plays such fantastic tricks before high heaven
As make the angels weep.
O, what may man within him hide,
Though angel on the outward side!
Every true man's apparel fits your thief.
A needy, hollow-eyed, sharp-looking wretch,
A living-dead man.
A very valiant trencher-man.
The gentleman is not in your books.
Benedick the married man.
He that hath a beard is more than a youth, and he that hath no beard is less than a man.
Shall quips and sentences and these paper bullets of the brain awe a man from the career of his humour? No, the world must be peopled. When I said I would die a bachelor, I did not think I should live till I were married.
To be a well-favoured man is the gift of fortune; but to write and read comes by nature.
The most senseless and fit man.
The fashion wears out more apparel than the man.
I thank God I am as honest as any man living that is an old man and no honester than I.
A good old man, sir; he will be talking: as they say, When the age is in the wit is out.
'T is all men's office to speak patience
To those that wring under the load of sorrow,
But no man's virtue nor sufficiency
To be so moral when he shall endure
The like himself.
A man in all the world's new fashion planted,
That hath a mint of phrases in his brain.
A child of our grandmother Eve, a female; or, for thy more sweet understanding, a woman.
A man of sovereign parts he is esteem'd;
Well fitted in arts, glorious in arms:
Nothing becomes him ill that he would well.
A merrier man,
Within the limit of becoming mirth,
I never spent an hour's talk withal.
Many can brook the weather that love not the wind.
Dictynna, goodman Dull.
