Careful Words

art (n.)

art (v.)

art (adv.)

art (adj.)

Th' adorning thee with so much art

Is but a barb'rous skill;

'T is like the pois'ning of a dart,

Too apt before to kill.

Abraham Cowley (1618-1667): The Waiting Maid.

Give me a look, give me a face,

That makes simplicity a grace;

Robes loosely flowing, hair as free,—

Such sweet neglect more taketh me

Than all the adulteries of art:

They strike mine eyes, but not my heart.

Ben Jonson (1573-1637): Epicoene; Or, the Silent Woman. Act i. Sc. 1.

All nature is but art, unknown to thee;

All chance, direction, which thou canst not see;

All discord, harmony not understood;

All partial evil, universal good;

And spite of pride, in erring reason's spite,

One truth is clear, Whatever is, is right.

Alexander Pope (1688-1744): Essay on Man. Epistle i. Line 289.

To me more dear, congenial to my heart,

One native charm, than all the gloss of art.

Oliver Goldsmith (1728-1774): The Deserted Village. Line 253.

Art and part.

From vulgar bounds with brave disorder part,

And snatch a grace beyond the reach of art.

Alexander Pope (1688-1744): Essay on Criticism. Part i. Line 152.

When lovely woman stoops to folly,

And finds too late that men betray,

What charm can soothe her melancholy?

What art can wash her guilt away?

Oliver Goldsmith (1728-1774): The Hermit. On Woman. Chap. xxiv.

The love of praise, howe'er conceal'd by art,

Reigns more or less, and glows in ev'ry heart.

Edward Young (1684-1765): Love of Fame. Satire i. Line 51.

  Every art and every faculty contemplates certain things as its principal objects.

Epictetus (Circa 60 a d): Discourses. Chap. xx.

  Cookery is become an art, a noble science; cooks are gentlemen.

Robert Burton (1576-1640): Anatomy of Melancholy. Part i. Sect. 2, Memb. 2, Subsect. 2.

True ease in writing comes from art, not chance,

As those move easiest who have learn'd to dance.

'T is not enough no harshness gives offence,—

The sound must seem an echo to the sense.

Alexander Pope (1688-1744): Essay on Criticism. Part ii. Line 162.

In the elder days of Art,

Builders wrought with greatest care

Each minute and unseen part;

For the gods see everywhere.

Henry W Longfellow (1807-1882): The Builders.

  His [Burke's] imperial fancy has laid all Nature under tribute, and has collected riches from every scene of the creation and every walk of art.

Robert Hall (1764-1831): Apology for the Freedom of the Press.

  You know who critics are?—the men who have failed in literature and art.

Benjamin Disraeli (Earl Beaconsfield) (1805-1881): Lothair. Chap. xxxv.

Thespis, the first professor of our art,

At country wakes sung ballads from a cart.

John Dryden (1631-1701): Prologue to Lee's Sophonisba.

I want that glib and oily art,

To speak and purpose not.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): King Lear. Act i. Sc. 1.

It is the glory and good of Art

That Art remains the one way possible

Of speaking truth,—to mouths like mine, at least.

Robert Browning (1812-1890): The Book and the Ring. The Pope. Line 842.

And as a bird each fond endearment tries

To tempt its new-fledg'd offspring to the skies,

He tried each art, reprov'd each dull delay,

Allur'd to brighter worlds, and led the way.

Oliver Goldsmith (1728-1774): The Deserted Village. Line 167.

The only art her guilt to cover,

To hide her shame from every eye,

To give repentance to her lover,

And wring his bosom, is—to die.

Oliver Goldsmith (1728-1774): The Hermit. On Woman. Chap. xxiv.

Art imitates Nature, and necessity is the mother of invention.—Richard Franck: Northern Memoirs (written in 1658, printed in 1694).

  Life is short and the art long.

Hippocrates (460-359 b c): Aphorism i.

  Art is long, life short; judgment difficult, opportunity transient.

Goethe (1749-1832): Wilhelm Meister. Book vii. Chap. ix.

Art is long, and time is fleeting,

And our hearts, though stout and brave,

Still like muffled drums are beating

Funeral marches to the grave.

Henry W Longfellow (1807-1882): A Psalm of Life.

A winning wave, deserving note,

In the tempestuous petticoat;

A careless shoe-string, in whose tie

I see a wild civility,—

Do more bewitch me than when art

Is too precise in every part.

Robert Herrick (1591-1674): Delight in Disorder.

E'en copious Dryden wanted or forgot

The last and greatest art,—the art to blot.

Alexander Pope (1688-1744): Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace. Epistle i. Book ii. Line 280.

And art made tongue-tied by authority.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Sonnet lxvi.

For Art may err, but Nature cannot miss.

John Dryden (1631-1701): The Cock and the Fox. Line 452.

  In the battle off Cape St. Vincent, Nelson gave orders for boarding the "San Josef," exclaiming "Westminster Abbey, or victory!"

Horatio Nelson (1758-1805): Life of Nelson (Southey). Vol. i. p. 93.

More matter, with less art.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2.

Nature's above art in that respect.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): King Lear. Act iv. Sc. 6.

All nature is but art, unknown to thee;

All chance, direction, which thou canst not see;

All discord, harmony not understood;

All partial evil, universal good;

And spite of pride, in erring reason's spite,

One truth is clear, Whatever is, is right.

Alexander Pope (1688-1744): Essay on Man. Epistle i. Line 289.

Too nicely Jonson knew the critic's part;

Nature in him was almost lost in Art.

William Collins (1720-1756): To Sir Thomas Hammer on his Edition of Shakespeare.

  No form of Nature is inferior to Art; for the arts merely imitate natural forms.

Marcus Aurelius Antoninus (121-180 a d): Meditations. xi. 10.

  Sheer necessity,—the proper parent of an art so nearly allied to invention.

Richard Brinsley Sheridan (1751-1816): The Critic. Act i. Sc. 2.

It is not strength, but art, obtains the prize,

And to be swift is less than to be wise.

'T is more by art than force of num'rous strokes.

Alexander Pope (1688-1744): The Iliad of Homer. Book xxiii. Line 383.

By Themistocles alone, or with very few others, does this saying appear to be approved, which, though Alcaeus formerly had produced, many afterwards claimed: "Not stones, nor wood, nor the art of artisans, make a state; but where men are who know how to take care of themselves, these are cities and walls."—Ibid. vol. ii.

  Nature is the art of God.

Sir Thomas Browne (1605-1682): Religio Medici. Part i. Sect. xvi.

The course of Nature is the art of God.

Edward Young (1684-1765): Night Thoughts. Night ix. Line 1267.

All human race, from China to Peru,

Pleasure, howe'er disguis'd by art, pursue.

Thomas Warton (1728-1790): Universal Love of Pleasure.

Made poetry a mere mechanic art.

William Cowper (1731-1800): Table Talk. Line 654.

Art preservative of all arts.

One science only will one genius fit:

So vast is art, so narrow human wit.

Alexander Pope (1688-1744): Essay on Criticism. Part i. Line 60.

Behold on wrong

Swift vengeance waits; and art subdues the strong!

Alexander Pope (1688-1744): The Odyssey of Homer. Book viii. Line 367.

It is not strength, but art, obtains the prize,

And to be swift is less than to be wise.

'T is more by art than force of num'rous strokes.

Alexander Pope (1688-1744): The Iliad of Homer. Book xxiii. Line 383.

E'en copious Dryden wanted or forgot

The last and greatest art,—the art to blot.

Alexander Pope (1688-1744): Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace. Epistle i. Book ii. Line 280.

There's no art

To find the mind's construction in the face.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 4.

One to destroy is murder by the law,

And gibbets keep the lifted hand in awe;

To murder thousands takes a specious name,

War's glorious art, and gives immortal fame.

Edward Young (1684-1765): Love of Fame. Satire vii. Line 55.

With curious art the brain, too finely wrought,

Preys on herself, and is destroyed by thought.

Charles Churchill (1731-1764): Epistle to William Hogarth. Line 645.