Quotes
Quotes about Wit
Come, now again, thy woes impart, Tell all thy sorrows, all thy sin; We cannot heal the throbbing heart Will we discern the wounds within.
Indulgent gods, grant me to sin once with impunity. That is sufficient. Let a second offence bear its punishment. [Lat., Di faciles, peccasse semel concedite tuto: Id satis est. Peonam culpa secunda ferat.]
Every sin brings its punishment with it.
Going to the opera, like getting drunk, is a sin that carries its own punishment with it.
He that is without sin among you, let him cast the first stone.
You can't judge a person with one sin he has commited.
Enthusiasm is the genius of sincerity and truth accomplishes no victories without it.
When I but hear her sing, I fare Like one that raises, holds his ear To some bright star in the supremest Round; Through which, besides the light that's seen There may be heard, from Heaven within, The rests of Anthems, that the Angels sound.
God sent his Singers upon earth With songs of sadness and of mirth, That they might touch the hearts of men, And bring them back to heaven again.
Every night he comes With musics of all sorts, and songs composed To her unworthiness. It nothing steads us To chide him from our eaves, for he persists As if his life lay on't.
Thou, thou, Lysander, thou hast given her rhymes And interchanged love tokens with my child; Thou hast by moonlight at her window sung With feigning voice verses of feigning love.
Nay, now you are too flat, And mar the concord with too harsh a descant.
Sing again, with your dear voice revealing A tone Of some world far from ours, Where music and moonlight and feeling Are one.
I have of late--but wherefore I know not--lost all my mirth, forgone all custom of exercises; and indeed, it goes so heavily with my disposition that this goodly frame the earth seems to me a sterile promontory; this most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire--why, it appeareth nothing to me but a foul and pestilent congregation of vapors.
Heaven's ebon vault, Studded with stars unutterably bright, Through which the moon's unclouded grandeur rolls, Seems like a canopy which love has spread To curtain her sleeping world.
The soft blue sky did never melt Into his heart; he never felt The witching of the soft blue sky!
Cut Men's throats with whisperings.
'Twas slander filled her mouth with lying words; Slander, the foulest whelp of Sin.
And truly, I'll devise some honest slanders To stain my cousin with. One doth not know How much an ill word may empoison liking.
I am disgraced, impeached, and baffled here; Pierced to the soul with slander's venomed spear, The which no balm can cure but his heart-blood Which breathed this poison.
Foreign slaves, as soon as they come within the limits of Gaul, that moment they are free. [Lat., Servi peregrini, ut primum Galliae fines penetraverint eodem momento liberi sunt.]
It [Chinese Labour in South Africa] could not, in the opinion of His Majesty's Government, be classified as slavery in the extreme acceptance of the word without some risk of terminological inexactitude.
Resolved, That the compact which exists between the North and the South is a covenant with death and an agreement with hell; involving both parties in atrocious criminality, and should be immediately annulled. - William Lloyd Garrison,
The very mudsills of society. . . . We call them slaves. . . . But I will not characterize that class at the North with that term; but you have it. It is there, it is everywhere, it is eternal.
They are slaves who fear to speak For the fallen and the weak; . . . . They are slaves who dare not be In the right with two or three.
