born (n.)
born (v.)
born (adj.)
- absolute
- all-embracing
- all-encompassing
- all-out
- atavistic
- bearing
- bodily
- cast
- clean
- clear
- coeval
- comprehensive
- congenital
- connate
- connatural
- constitutional
- consummate
- deep-seated
- downright
- egregious
- essential
- exhaustive
- genetic
- hatched
- hereditary
- inborn
- inbred
- incarnate
- indigenous
- inherited
- innate
- instinctive
- intensive
- intrinsic
- native
- natural
- nee
- newborn
- omnibus
- omnipresent
- organic
- out-and-out
- outright
- perfect
- pervasive
- physical
- plain
- plumb
- primal
- pure
- radical
- regular
- sheer
- stillborn
- straight
- sweeping
- temperamental
- thorough
- thoroughgoing
- total
- ubiquitous
- unconditional
- universal
- unmitigated
- unqualified
- unreserved
- unrestricted
- utter
- veritable
- wholesale
And better had they ne'er been born,
Who read to doubt, or read to scorn.
'T is better to be lowly born,
And range with humble livers in content,
Than to be perked up in a glistering grief,
And wear a golden sorrow.
Who breathes must suffer, and who thinks must mourn;
And he alone is bless'd who ne'er was born.
What then remains but that we still should cry
For being born, and, being born, to die?
I never saw a more dreadful battle in my born days.
Where music dwells
Lingering and wandering on as loth to die,
Like thoughts whose very sweetness yieldeth proof
That they were born for immortality.
Born for success he seemed,
With grace to win, with heart to hold,
With shining gifts that took all eyes.
Who, born for the universe, narrow'd his mind,
And to party gave up what was meant for mankind;
Though fraught with all learning, yet straining his throat
To persuade Tommy Townshend to lend him a vote.
Who too deep for his hearers still went on refining,
And thought of convincing while they thought of dining:
Though equal to all things, for all things unfit;
Too nice for a statesman, too proud for a wit.
Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon 'em.
For many, as Cranton tells us, and those very wise men, not now but long ago, have deplored the condition of human nature, esteeming life a punishment, and to be born a man the highest pitch of calamity; this, Aristotle tells us, Silenus declared when he was brought captive to Midas.
How happy is he born or taught,
That serveth not another's will;
Whose armour is his honest thought,
And simple truth his utmost skill!
I, too, was born in Arcadia.
I 'd be a butterfly born in a bower,
Where roses and lilies and violets meet.
I came up stairs into the world, for I was born in a cellar.
Born in a cellar, and living in a garret.
Do you think I was born in a wood to be afraid of an owl?
In bed we laugh, in bed we cry;
And, born in bed, in bed we die.
The near approach a bed may show
Of human bliss to human woe.
A green old age, unconscious of decays,
That proves the hero born in better days.
Care-charmer Sleep, son of the sable Night,
Brother to Death, in silent darkness born.
As he said in Machiavel, omnes eodem patre nati, Adam's sons, conceived all and born in sin, etc. "We are by nature all as one, all alike, if you see us naked; let us wear theirs and they our clothes, and what is the difference?"
Born in the garret, in the kitchen bred.
"I knew that before you were born." Let him who would instruct a wiser man consider this as said to himself.
How happy is he born or taught,
That serveth not another's will;
Whose armour is his honest thought,
And simple truth his utmost skill!
For a good poet's made as well as born.
Angling is somewhat like poetry,—men are to be born so.
The time is out of joint: O cursed spite,
That ever I was born to set it right!
Is base in kind, and born to be a slave.
Full many a gem of purest ray serene
The dark unfathom'd caves of ocean bear;
Full many a flower is born to blush unseen,
And waste its sweetness on the desert air.
One of the few, the immortal names,
That were not born to die.
This is the thing that I was born to do.
We are born to inquire after truth; it belongs to a greater power to possess it. It is not, as Democritus said, hid in the bottom of the deeps, but rather elevated to an infinite height in the divine knowledge.
The time is out of joint: O cursed spite,
That ever I was born to set it right!
But to my mind, though I am native here
And to the manner born, it is a custom
More honoured in the breach than the observance.
I was not born under a rhyming planet.
