To laugh, to lie, to flatter to face, Foure waies in court to win men's grace.
Disgrace does not consist in the punishment, but in the crime. [It., Non nella pena, Nel delitto e la infamia.]
A servile race Who, in mere want of fault, all merit place; Who blind obedience pay to ancient schools, Bigots to Greece, and slaves to musty rules.
Lady, you are the cruell'st she alive If you will these graces to the grave, And leave the world no copy.
And you, enchantment, Worthy enough a herdsman--yea, him too, That makes himself, but for our honor therein, Unworthy thee-if ever henceforth thou These rural latches to his entrance open, Or hoop his body more with thy embraces, I will devise a death as cruel for thee As thou art tender to't.
You may wear your virtues as a crown, As you walk through life serenely, And grace your simple rustic gown With a beauty more than queenly. Though only one for you shall care, One only speak your praises; And you never wear in your shining hair, A richer flower than daisies.
What! the girl I adore by another embraced? What! the balm of her breath shall another man taste? What! pressed in the dance by another's man's knee? What! panting recline on another than me? Sir, she's yours; you have pressed from the grape its fine blue, From the rosebud you've shaken the tremulous dew; What you've touched you may take. Pretty waltzer--adieu!
We owe a deep debt of gratitude to Adam, the first great benefactor of the human race: he brought death into the world.
Don't overestimate the decency of the human race.
If you have no confidence in self, you are twice defeated in the race of life. With confidence, you have won even before you have started.
During our lives we're faced with so many elements as well, we experience so many setbacks, and fight such a hand-to-hand battle with failure, head down in the rain, just trying to stay upright and have a little hope. The Tour isn't just a bike race, it tests you mentally, physically, and even morally. -Lance Armstrong.
No race can prosper till it learns that there is as much dignity in tilling a field as in writing a poem.
Question your grace the late ambassadors, With what great state he heard their embassy, How well supplied with noble counsellors, How modest in exception, and withal How terrible in constant resolution, And you shall find his vanities forespent Were but the outside of the Roman Brutus, Covering discretion with a coat of folly; As gardeners do with ordure hide those roots That shall first spring and be most delicate.
The unbought grace of life, the cheap defence of nations, the nurse of manly sentiment and heroic enterprise, is gone!
Could he with reason murmur at his case, Himself sole author of his own disgrace?
That only is a disgrace to a man which he has deserved to suffer. [Lat., Id demum est homini turpe, quod meruit pati.]
Disgrace is immortal, and living even when one thinks it dead. [Lat., Hominum immortalis est infamia; Etiam tum vivit, cum esse credas mortuam.]
And wilt thou still be hammering treachery To tumble down thy husband and thyself From top of honor to disgrace's feet?
To stumble twice against the same stone is a proverbial disgrace.
Disgraced like a man whose own pet bites him.
It is no disgrace to start all over. It is usually an opportunity.
Our earth is but a small star in a great universe. Yet of it we can make, if we choose, a planet unvexed by war, untroubled by hunger or fear, undivided by senseless distinctions of race, color or theory.
Education is a companion which no misfortune can depress, no crime can destroy, no enemy can alienate,no despotism can enslave. At home, a friend, abroad, an introduction, in solitude a solace and in society an ornament.It chastens vice, it guides virtue, it gives at once grace and government to genius. Without it, what is man? A splendid slave, a reasoning savage.
Education, then, beyond all other devices of human origin, is the great equalizer of the conditions of man, - the balance-wheel of the social machinery. -Horace Mann.
When you do something, you should burn yourself up completely, like a good bonfire, leaving no trace of yourself.