Quotes
Quotes about Sin
Stay, little cheerful Robin! stay, And at my easement sing, Though it should prove a farewell lay And this our parting spring. . . . . Then, little Bird, this boon confer, Come, and my requiem sing, Nor fail to be the harbinger Of everlasting spring.
I only wish to be the fountain of love from which you drink, every drop promising eternal passion.
Why love if losing hurts so much⦠I have no answers anymore⦠only the life I have lived⦠The pain now is part of the happiness (then).
The rose that all are praising Is not the rose for me.
Go pretty rose, go to my fair, Go tell her all I fain would dare, Tell her of hope; tell her of spring, Tell her of all I fain would sing, Oh! were I like thee, so fair a thing.
'Twas a yellow rose, By that south window of the little house, My cousin Romney gathered with his hand On all my birthdays, for me. save the last; And then I shook the tree too rough, too rough, For roses to stay after.
Ten poor men sleep in peace on one straw heap, as Saadi sings, But the immensest empire is too narrow for two kings.
I loved no King since Forty One When Prelacy went down, A Cloak and Band I then put on, And preached against the Crown.
God bless the King--I mean the faith's defender; God bless (no harm in blessing) the pretender; But who the pretender is, or who is King-- God bless us all--that's quite another thing.
Now let us sing, long live the king.
A crown! what is it? It is to bear the miseries of a people! To bear the miseries of a people! And sink beneath a load of splendid care!
St. George he was for England; St. Dennis was for France. Sing, "Honi soit qui mal y pense."
For God's sake let us sit upon the ground And tell sad stories of the death of kings! How some have been deposed, some slain in war, Some haunted by the ghosts they have deposed, Some poisoned by their wives, some sleeping killed-- All murdered; for within the hollow crown That rounds the mortal temples of a king Keeps Death his court; and there the antic sits, Scoffing his state and grinning at his pomp; Allowing him a breath, a little scene, To monarchize, be feared, and kill with looks; Infusing him with self and vain conceit, As if this flesh which walls about our life Were brass impregnable; and humored thus, Comes at the last, and with a little pin Bores through his castle wall, and farewell king! Cover your heads, and mock not flesh and blood With solemn reverence, Throw away respect, Tradition, form, and ceremonious duty; For you have but mistook me all this while. I live with bread like you, feel want, taste grief, Need friends. Subjected thus,
While in the progress of their long decay, Thrones sink to dust, and nations pass away.
Thou art my single day, God lends to leaven What were all earth else, with a feel of heaven.
The Sundaies of man's life, Thredded together on time's string, Make bracelets to adorn the wife Of the eternal, glorious King. On Sunday heaven's gates stand ope; Blessings are plentiful and rife. More plentiful than hope.
We look before and after, And pine for what is not, Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught: Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
The first step in a person's salvation is knowledge of their sin.
Sarcasm is the language of the devil, for which reason I have long since as good as renounced it.
There is no satisfaction in any good without a companion. [Lat., Nullius boni sine sociis jucunda possessio est.]
To converse with Scandal is to play at Losing Loadum, you must lose a good name to him, before you can win it for yourself.
Her mouth is a honey-blossom, No doubt, as the poet sings; But within her lips, the petals, Lurks a cruel bee that stings.
O Timothy, keep that which is committed to thy trust, avoiding profane and vain babblings, and oppositions of science falsely so called; Which some professing have erred concerning faith. Grace be with thee. Amen.
There is a single light of science, and to brighten it anywhere is to brighten it everywhere.
There is one thing even more vital to science than intelligent methods; and that is, the sincere desire to find out the truth, whatever it may be.
