all (n.)
- acme
- aggregate
- allness
- altogether
- any
- apogee
- aside
- assemblage
- ceiling
- climax
- complement
- comprehensive
- cosmos
- creation
- crown
- each
- end
- entire
- entirety
- every
- everyman
- extreme
- extremity
- full
- gross
- integral
- limit
- macrocosm
- maximum
- nature
- omnibus
- one
- package
- peak
- per
- pinnacle
- plenum
- quite
- set
- stick
- sum
- summit
- system
- top
- total
- totality
- tote
- universal
- universe
- utmost
- uttermost
- whole
- world
all (v.)
all (adv.)
all (adj.)
Thus all below is strength, and all above is grace.
Nor knowest thou what argument
Thy life to thy neighbor's creed has lent.
All are needed by each one;
Nothing is fair or good alone.
Rather than be less,
Car'd not to be at all.
Or shear swine, all cry and no wool.
Truths would you teach, or save a sinking land?
All fear, none aid you, and few understand.
All flesh is grass.
Did you ever hear of Captain Wattle?
He was all for love, and a little for the bottle.
So farewell hope, and with hope farewell fear,
Farewell remorse; all good to me is lost.
Evil, be thou my good.
Lord of himself, though not of lands;
And having nothing, yet hath all.
Manner is all in all, whate'er is writ,
The substitute for genius, sense, and wit.
He was a man, take him for all in all,
I shall not look upon his like again.
To-morrow is Saint Valentine's day,
All in the morning betime.
Prostrate the beauteous ruin lies; and all
That shared its shelter perish in its fall.
All is lost save honour.
All is not gold that glisteneth.
What though the field be lost?
All is not lost; th' unconquerable will,
And study of revenge, immortal hate,
And courage never to submit or yield.
Vanity of vanities, . . . all is vanity.
All is vanity and vexation of spirit.
If the end be well, all is well.
All is well that endes well.
I said in my haste, All men are liars.
Flowery oratory he despised. He ascribed to the interested views of themselves or their relatives the declarations of pretended patriots, of whom he said, "All those men have their price."
What, all my pretty chickens and their dam
At one fell swoop?
Be ye all of one mind.
Death, as the Psalmist saith, is certain to all; all shall die. How a good yoke of bullocks at Stamford fair?
All that a man hath will he give for his life.
All that lives must die,
Passing through nature to eternity.
I dare do all that may become a man;
Who dares do more is none.
The assembled souls of all that men held wise.
O woman! lovely woman! Nature made thee
To temper man: we had been brutes without you.
Angels are painted fair, to look like you:
There's in you all that we believe of heaven,—
Amazing brightness, purity, and truth,
Eternal joy, and everlasting love.
All the brothers were valiant, and all the sisters virtuous.
All the brothers were valiant, and all the sisters virtuous.
There was all the world and his wife.
Like a man made after supper of a cheese-paring: when a' was naked, he was, for all the world, like a forked radish, with a head fantastically carved upon it with a knife.
But Chrysippus, Posidonius, Zeno, and Boëthus say, that all things are produced by fate. And fate is a connected cause of existing things, or the reason according to which the world is regulated.
All things that are,
Are with more spirit chased than enjoy'd.
How like a younker or a prodigal
The scarfed bark puts from her native bay,
Hugg'd and embraced by the strumpet wind!
How like the prodigal doth she return,
With over-weather'd ribs and ragged sails,
Lean, rent, and beggar'd by the strumpet wind!
All things that are
Made for our general uses are at war,—
Even we among ourselves.
I am made all things to all men.
All things work together for good to them that love God.
Our author, for the advantage of this play ("Appius and Virginia"), had invented a new species of thunder, which was approved of by the actors, and is the very sort that at present is used in the theatre. The tragedy however was coldly received, notwithstanding such assistance, and was acted but a short time. Some nights after, Mr. Dennis, being in the pit at the representation of "Macbeth," heard his own thunder made use of; upon which he rose in a violent passion, and exclaimed, with an oath, that it was his thunder. "See," said he, "how the rascals use me! They will not let my play run, and yet they steal my thunder!"—Biographia Britannica, vol. v. p. 103.
