Full many a lady I have eyed with best regard, and many a time Th' harmony of their tongues hath into bondage Brought my too diligent ear; for several virtues Have I liked several women; never any With so full soul but some defect in her Did quarrel with the noblest grace she owed, And put it to the foil.
Go not for every grief to the physician, nor for every quarrel to the lawyer, nor for every thirst to the pot.
With this there grows In my most ill-compos'd affection such A stanchless avarice that, were I King, I should cut off the nobles for their lands, Desire his jewels, and this other's house, And my more-having would be as a sauce To make me hunger more, that I should forge Quarrels unjust against the good and loyal, Destroying them for wealth.
I remember a mass of things, but nothing distinctly; a quarrel, but nothing wherefore. O God, that men should put an enemy in their mouths to steal away their brains! that we should with joy, pleasance, revel, and applause transform ourselves into beasts!
Thrice is he armed that hath his quarrel just; And four times he who gets his fist in fust.
A liberal is a man too broadminded to take his own side in a quarrel.
Nay, 'tis in a manner done already; For many carriages he hath dispatched To the seaside, and put his cause and quarrel To the disposing of the cardinal; With whom yourself, myself, and other lords, If you think meet, this afternoon will post To consummate this business happily.
Next to coming to a good understanding with a new mistress, I love a quarrel with an old one.
I'm a high school student and this is from a poem I wrote called Sometimes He Wonders. You may split it into different parts if you'd like - right now I'll put it as Unsorted. And He feels so incredibly weak when he has ferociously quarreled against them since his genuine years and has lost. His hopes for a better understanding dissipate as he grows older, and his mind grows less eager to reach a verdict. Having no sense of direction, he roams here, looking above, asking futile questions, even though the answers may be feared. Good by nature, he has learned his survival skills, which will lead him into the real world, and will someday make him a successful individual. Wishing the pressure did not exist, it is a natural instinct to adapt and not to recluse. He rather is a mindless drone than a lonely Hermit, after all. He has no control over his environment, it is the exact opposite. Molded and shaped by his surroundings, he seeks about for himself and his purpose, while this mold slowly deteriorates organic matter.
When sleep leaves the body like smoke and man, sated with secrets, drives the overworked nag of quarrel out of its stall, then the fire-breathing union begins anew . . .
The days are too short even for love; how can there be enough time for quarreling?.
Quarrels often arise in marriages when the bridal gifts are excessive.
Our quarrel with the world is an echo of the endless quarrel proceeding within us.
Every quarrel begins in nothing and ends in a struggle for supremacy.
In quarrelling the truth is always lost.
When chickens quit quarrelling over their food they often find that there is enough for all of them. I wonder if it might not be the same with the human race.
Cut quarrels out of literature, and you will have very little history or drama or fiction or epic poetry left.
People generally quarrel because they cannot argue.
Those who in quarrels interpose, Must often wipe a bloody nose.
He that blows the coals in quarrels he has nothing to do with has no right to complain if the sparks fly in his face.
When we quarrel, how we wish we had been blameless!
I never take my own side in a quarrel.
A quarrel between friends, when made up, adds a new tie to friendship.
The test of a man or woman's breeding is how they behave in a quarrel.
People generally quarrel because they can't argue.