But Cristes lore, and his apostles twelve,
He taught; but first he folwed it himselve.
As for a camel
To thread the postern of a small needle's eye.
By the apostle Paul, shadows to-night
Have struck more terror to the soul of Richard
Than can the substance of ten thousand soldiers.
I 'll example you with thievery:
The sun's a thief, and with his great attraction
Robs the vast sea; the moon's an arrant thief,
And her pale fire she snatches from the sun;
The sea's a thief, whose liquid surge resolves
The moon into salt tears; the earth's a thief,
That feeds and breeds by a composture stolen
From general excrement: each thing's a thief.
No, 't is slander,
Whose edge is sharper than the sword, whose tongue
Outvenoms all the worms of Nile, whose breath
Rides on the posting winds, and doth belie
All corners of the world.
In the posteriors of this day, which the rude multitude call the afternoon.
Christ himself was poor.... And as he was himself, so he informed his apostles and disciples, they were all poor, prophets poor, apostles poor.
And prove their doctrine orthodox,
By apostolic blows and knocks.
For evil news rides post, while good news baits.
Thousands at his bidding speed,
And post o'er land and ocean without rest;
They also serve who only stand and wait.
When vice prevails, and impious men bear sway,
The post of honour is a private station.
Give me, kind Heaven, a private station,
A mind serene for contemplation:
Title and profit I resign;
The post of honour shall be mine.
We are a kind of posterity in respect to them.
Here you would know and enjoy what posterity will say of Washington. For a thousand leagues have nearly the same effect with a thousand years.
People will not look forward to posterity who never look backward to their ancestors.
As though there were a tie
And obligation to posterity.
We get them, bear them, breed, and nurse:
What has posterity done for us.
That we, lest they their rights should lose,
Should trust our necks to gripe of noose?
Think of your forefathers! Think of your posterity!
On this question of principle, while actual suffering was yet afar off, they [the Colonies] raised their flag against a power to which, for purposes of foreign conquest and subjugation, Rome in the height of her glory is not to be compared,--a power which has dotted over the surface of the whole globe with her possessions and military posts, whose morning drum-beat, following the sun, and keeping company with the hours, circles the earth with one continuous and unbroken strain of the martial airs of England.
Christians have burnt each other, quite persuaded
That all the Apostles would have done as they did.
What a singular destiny has been that of this remarkable man!--To be regarded in his own age as a classic, and in ours as a companion! To receive from his contemporaries that full homage which men of genius have in general received only from posterity; to be more intimately known to posterity than other men are known to their contemporaries!
Posterity is a most limited assembly. Those gentlemen who reach posterity are not much more numerous than the planets.
The Duke of Wellington brought to the post of first minister immortal fame,--a quality of success which would almost seem to include all others.
The Youth of a Nation are the trustees of Posterity.
The men of culture are the true apostles of equality.
Not she with trait'rous kiss her Saviour stung,
Not she denied him with unholy tongue;
She, while apostles shrank, could danger brave,
Last at his cross and earliest at his grave.