Quotes
Quotes about Spring
From labour health, from health contentment spring; Contentment opes the source of every joy.
Contentions fierce, Ardent, and dire, spring from no petty cause.
Or light or dark, or short or tall, She sets a springe to snare them all: All's one to her--above her fan She'd make sweet eyes at Caliban.
Courage, the highest gift, that scorns to bend To mean devices for a sordid end. Courage--an independent spark from Heaven's bright throne, By which the soul stands raised, triumphant high, alone. Great in itself, not praises of the crowd, Above all vice, it stoops not to be proud. Courage, the mighty attribute of powers above, By which those great in war, are great in love. The spring of all brave acts is seated here, As falsehoods draw their sordid birth from fear.
Yet soon fair Spring shall give another scene. And yellow cowslips gild the level green.
And ye talk together still, In the language wherewith Spring Letters cowslips on the hill.
All cruelty springs from hard-heartedness and weakness.
Oh, could I fly, I'd fly with thee! We'd make, with joyful wing, Our annual visit o'er the globe, Companions of the spring.
The merry cuckow, messenger of Spring, His trumpet shrill hath thrice already sounded.
While I deduce, From the first note the hollow cuckoo sings, The symphony of spring.
Cunning and treachery are the offspring of incapacity.
Creatures whose mainspring is curiosity enjoy the accumulating of facts far more than the pausing at times to reflect on those facts.
Fair daffadils, we weep to see You haste away so soone; As yet the early-rising sun Has not attained its noone. . . . . We have short time to stay as you, We have as short a spring; As quick a growth to meet decay As you or anything.
I would I had some flowers o' th' spring that might Become your time of day, and yours, and yours, That wear upon your virgin branches yet Your maidenheads growing. O, Proserpina, For the flowers now that, frighted, thou let'st fall From Dis's wagon; daffodils, That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty; violets dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes Or Cytherea's breath; pale primroses, That die unmarried, ere they can behold Bright Phoebus in his strength--a malady Most incident to maids; bold oxlips and The crown imperial; lilies of all kinds, The flower-de-luce being one.
But now our fate from unmomentous things, may rise like rivers out of little springs.
Shout now! The months with loud acclaim, Take up the cry and send it forth; May breathing sweet her Spring perfumes, November thundering from the North. With hands upraised, as with one voice, They join their notes in grand accord; Hail to December! say they all, It gave to Earth our Christ the Lord!
The worlds best progrss springs.
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.
We grow great by dreams. All big men are dreamers. They see things in the soft haze of a spring day or in the red fire of a long winter's evening. Some of us let these dreams die, but others nourish and protect them; nurse them through bad days till they bring them to the sunshine and light which comes always to those who hope that their dreams will come true.
Spring bursts to-day, For Christ is risen and all the earth's at play.
Evil events from evil causes spring.
Inasmuch as ill-deeds spring up as a spontaneous crop, they are easy to learn. [Sp., Como el hacer mal viene de natural cosecha, facilmente se aprende el hacerle.]
Thine eyes are springs in whose serene And silent waters heaven is seen. Their lashes are the herbs that look On their young figures in the brook.
Fear always springs from ignorance.
Here when the labouring fish does at the foot arrive, And finds that by his strength but vainly he doth strive; His tail takes in his teeth, and bending like a bow, That's to the compass drawn, aloft himself doth throw: Then springing at his height, as doth a little wand, That, bended end to end, and flerted from the hand, Far off itself doth cast. so does the salmon vaut. And if at first he fail, his second summersaut He instantly assays and from his nimble ring, Still yarking never leaves, until himself he fling Above the streamful top of the surrounded heap.
