Guillaume de Salluste Du Bartas Quotes

A good turn at need,
At first or last, shall be assur'd of meed.

These lovely lamps, these windows of the soul.

To man the earth seems altogether
No more a mother, but a step-dame rather.

What is well done is done soon enough.

From the foure corners of the worlde doe haste.

Not that the earth doth yield
In hill or dale, in forest or in field,
A rarer plant.

Weakened and wasted to skin and bone.

Soft carpet-knights, all scenting musk and amber.

Not unlike the bear which bringeth forth
In the end of thirty dayes a shapeless birth;
But after licking, it in shape she drawes,
And by degrees she fashions out the pawes,
The head, and neck, and finally doth bring
To a perfect beast that first deformed thing.

Living from hand to mouth.

Did thrust as now in others' corn his sickle.

Hot and cold, and moist and dry.

Or almost like a spider, who, confin'd
In her web's centre, shakt with every winde,
Moves in an instant if the buzzing flie
Stir but a string of her lawn canapie.

Or savage beasts upon a thousand hils.

And reads, though running, all these needful motions.