Showing quotes in randomized order to avoid selection bias. Click Popular for most popular quotes.
This stable is a prince's court, The crib his chair of state; The beasts are parcel of his pomp, The wooden dish his plate.
To rise by others' fall I deem a losing gain; All states with others' ruins built To ruin run amain.
My conscience is my crown, Contented thoughts my rest; My heart is happy in itself, My bliss is in my breast. Enough I reckon wealth; A mean the surest lot, That lies too high for base contempt, Too low for envy's shot.
When Fortune smiles, I smile to think How quickly she will frown.
My faultless breast the furnace is, the fuel wounding thorns; Love is the fire and sighs the smoke, the ashes shame and scorns; The fuel Justice layeth on, and Mercy blows the coals; The metal in this furnace wrought are men's defiled souls.
As in hoary winter's night stood shivering in the snow, Surprised I was with sudden heat which made my heart to glow; And lifting up a fearful eye to view what fire was near, A pretty babe all burning bright did in the air appear.
Man's mind a mirror is of heavenly sights, A brief wherein all marvels summèd lie, Of fairest forms and sweetest shapes the store, Most graceful all, yet thought may grace them more.
Share Your Favorite Quotes
Know a quote that's missing? Help grow our collection.
Time wears all his locks before, Take thy hold upon his forehead; When he flies he turns no more, And behind his scalp is naked. Works adjourn'd have many stays, Long demurs breed new delays.
No joy so great but runneth to an end, No hap so hard but may in fine amend.
Times go by turns and chances change by course, From foul to fair, from better hap to worse.
Shun delays, they breed remorse; Take thy time while time is lent thee; Creeping snails have weakest force, Fly their fault lest thou repent thee. Good is best when soonest wrought, Linger’d labours come to nought.
Grant me grace, O God! that I My life may mend, sith I must die.
Behold a silly tender babe, In freezing winter night, In homely manger trembling lies; Alas! a piteous sight.
Plough not the seas, sow not the sands, Leave off your idle pain; Seek other mistress for your minds, Love's service is in vain.
I feel no care of coin, Well-doing is my wealth; My mind to me an empire is, While grace affordeth health.