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Who could tell such a story with dry eyes?
Who could tell such a story with dry eyes?
The thought hath good leggs, and the quill a good tongue.
The thought hath good leggs, and the quill a good tongue.
He that dies without the company of good men puts not himselfe
into a good way.
He that dies without the company of good men puts not himselfe
into a good way.
There is no disputing about taste.
[Lat., De gustibus non disputandum.]
There is no disputing about taste.
[Lat., De gustibus non disputandum.]
The deeper the sorrow the less tongue it hath.
The deeper the sorrow the less tongue it hath.
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last read more
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time,
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death.
The mother endures with greater courage the loss of one out many
children, than she who, in her tears, read more
The mother endures with greater courage the loss of one out many
children, than she who, in her tears, exclaims, "Thou wast my
only one!"
Fiction intended to please, should resemble truth as much as
possible.
Fiction intended to please, should resemble truth as much as
possible.
The body is sooner drest then the soule.
The body is sooner drest then the soule.
