books (v.)
The true University of these days is a Collection of Books.
Dreams, books, are each a world; and books, we know,
Are a substantial world, both pure and good.
Round these, with tendrils strong as flesh and blood,
Our pastime and our happiness will grow.
With books and money plac'd for show
Like nest-eggs to make clients lay,
And for his false opinion pay.
Dreams, books, are each a world; and books, we know,
Are a substantial world, both pure and good.
Round these, with tendrils strong as flesh and blood,
Our pastime and our happiness will grow.
Unlearned men of books assume the care,
As eunuchs are the guardians of the fair.
Small have continual plodders ever won
Save base authority from others' books.
These earthly godfathers of heaven's lights
That give a name to every fixed star
Have no more profit of their shining nights
Than those that walk and wot not what they are.
Learning hath gained most by those books by which the printers have lost.
Books cannot always please, however good;
Minds are not ever craving for their food.
There is more ado to interpret interpretations than to interpret the things, and more books upon books than upon all other subjects; we do nothing but comment upon one another.
Deep vers'd in books, and shallow in himself.
Thou hast most traitorously corrupted the youth of the realm in erecting a grammar-school; and whereas, before, our forefathers had no other books but the score and the tally, thou hast caused printing to be used, and, contrary to the king, his crown and dignity, thou hast built a paper-mill.
He comes not in my books.
The fairest garden in her looks,
And in her mind the wisest books.
Sweet are the uses of adversity,
Which like the toad, ugly and venomous,
Wears yet a precious jewel in his head;
And this our life, exempt from public haunt,
Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks,
Sermons in stones, and good in every thing.
Knowing I lov'd my books, he furnish'd me
From mine own library with volumes that
I prize above my dukedom.
Books, like proverbs, receive their chief value from the stamp and esteem of ages through which they have passed.
A sweet attractive kinde of grace,
A full assurance given by lookes,
Continuall comfort in a face
The lineaments of Gospell bookes.
There are men that will make you books, and turn them loose into the world, with as much dispatch as they would do a dish of fritters.
Books must follow sciences, and not sciences books.
Next o'er his books his eyes begin to roll,
In pleasing memory of all he stole.
The gentleman is not in your books.
The painful warrior famoused for fight,
After a thousand victories, once foil'd,
Is from the books of honour razed quite,
And all the rest forgot for which he toil'd.
Of making many books there is no end; and much study is a weariness of the flesh.
The book of Nature is that which the physician must read; and to do
so he must walk over the leaves.—
I love everything that's old: old friends, old times, old manners, old books, old wine.
And I have written three books on the soul,
Proving absurd all written hitherto,
And putting us to ignorance again.
In books, or work, or healthful play.
Thou hast most traitorously corrupted the youth of the realm in erecting a grammar-school; and whereas, before, our forefathers had no other books but the score and the tally, thou hast caused printing to be used, and, contrary to the king, his crown and dignity, thou hast built a paper-mill.
Though they [philosophers] write contemptu gloriae, yet as Hieron observes, they will put their names to their books.
Seasoned life of man preserved and stored up in books.
Some books are lies frae end to end.
Some books are to be tasted, others to be swallowed, and some few to be chewed and digested.
The author who speaks about his own books is almost as bad as a mother who talks about her own children.
The spectacles of books.
It is not reasonings that are wanted now; for there are books stuffed full of stoical reasonings.
The love of learning, the sequestered nooks,
And all the sweet serenity of books.
Knowledge is proud that he has learn'd so much;
Wisdom is humble that he knows no more.
Books are not seldom talismans and spells.
Manners with fortunes, humours turn with climes,
Tenets with books, and principles with times.
From women's eyes this doctrine I derive:
They sparkle still the right Promethean fire;
They are the books, the arts, the academes,
That show, contain, and nourish all the world.
I envy them, those monks of old;
Their books they read, and their beads they told.
Books that you may carry to the fire and hold readily in your hand, are the most useful after all.
Whence is thy learning? Hath thy toil
O'er books consum'd the midnight oil?
Up! up! my friend, and quit your books,
Or surely you 'll grow double!
Up! up! my friend, and clear your looks!
Why all this toil and trouble?
He [Kippis] might be a very clever man by nature for aught I know, but he laid so many books upon his head that his brains could not move.
My only books
Were woman's looks,—
And folly's all they 've taught me.
Books which are no books.
Here the heart
May give a useful lesson to the head,
And Learning wiser grow without his books.
Read Homer once, and you can read no more;
For all books else appear so mean, so poor,
Verse will seem prose; but still persist to read,
And Homer will be all the books you need.
