Guillaume de Salluste Du Bartas Quotes

Yielding more wholesome food than all the messes
That now taste-curious wanton plenty dresses.

Dog, ounce, bear, and bull,
Wolfe, lion, horse.

Living from hand to mouth.

Apoplexie and lethargie,
As forlorn hope, assault the enemy.

Turning our seed-wheat-kennel tares,
To burn-grain thistle, and to vaporie darnel,
Cockle, wild oats, rough burs, corn-cumbring
Tares.

Which serves for cynosure
To all that sail upon the sea obscure.

Two souls in one, two hearts into one heart.

Even as a surgeon, minding off to cut
Some cureless limb,—before in ure he put
His violent engins on the vicious member,
Bringeth his patient in a senseless slumber,
And grief-less then (guided by use and art),
To save the whole, sawes off th' infested part.

These lovely lamps, these windows of the soul.

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.

There is no theam more plentifull to scan
Than is the glorious goodly frame of man.

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

For where's the state beneath the firmament
That doth excel the bees for government?

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

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