Quotes
Quotes about Men
Our torments also may in length of time
Become our elements.
The low'ring element
Scowls o'er the darken'd landscape.
Oh, shame to men! devil with devil damn'd
Firm concord holds, men only disagree
Of creatures rational.
Back to thy punishment,
False fugitive, and to thy speed add wings.
Thus with the year
Seasons return; but not to me returns
Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn,
Or sight of vernal bloom or summer's rose,
Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine;
But cloud instead, and ever-during dark
Surrounds me; from the cheerful ways of men
Cut off, and for the book of knowledge fair
Presented with a universal blank
Of Nature's works, to me expung'd and raz'd,
And wisdom at one entrance quite shut out.
Adam the goodliest man of men since born
His sons, the fairest of her daughters Eve.
Now came still evening on, and twilight gray
Had in her sober livery all things clad;
Silence accompany'd; for beast and bird,
They to their grassy couch, these to their nests,
Were slunk, all but the wakeful nightingale;
She all night long her amorous descant sung;
Silence was pleas'd. Now glow'd the firmament
With living sapphires; Hesperus, that led
The starry host, rode brightest, till the moon,
Rising in clouded majesty, at length
Apparent queen unveil'd her peerless light,
And o'er the dark her silver mantle threw.
A broad and ample road, whose dust is gold,
And pavement stars,--as stars to thee appear
Seen in the galaxy, that milky way
Which nightly as a circling zone thou seest
Powder'd with stars.
For solitude sometimes is best society,
And short retirement urges sweet return.
A bevy of fair women.
Rocks whereon greatest men have oftest wreck'd.
The olive grove of Academe,
Plato's retirement, where the Attic bird
Trills her thick-warbled notes the summer long.
Socrates...
Whom well inspir'd the oracle pronounc'd
Wisest of men.
Just are the ways of God,
And justifiable to men;
Unless there be who think not God at all.
Above the smoke and stir of this dim spot
Which men call earth.
A thousand fantasies
Begin to throng into my memory,
Of calling shapes, and beck'ning shadows dire,
And airy tongues that syllable men's names
On sands and shores and desert wildernesses.
Can any mortal mixture of earth's mould
Breathe such divine enchanting ravishment?
I took it for a faery vision
Of some gay creatures of the element,
That in the colours of the rainbow live,
And play i' th' plighted clouds.
That power
Which erring men call Chance.
If this fail,
The pillar'd firmament is rottenness,
And earth's base built on stubble.
Meadows trim with daisies pied,
Shallow brooks and rivers wide;
Towers and battlements it sees
Bosom'd high in tufted trees,
Where perhaps some beauty lies,
The cynosure of neighboring eyes.
Tower'd cities please us then,
And the busy hum of men.
Enflamed with the study of learning and the admiration of virtue; stirred up with high hopes of living to be brave men and worthy patriots, dear to God, and famous to all ages.
Attic tragedies of stateliest and most regal argument.
Men of most renowned virtue have sometimes by transgressing most truly kept the law.
