Careful Words

dare (n.)

dare (v.)

Fain would I, but I dare not; I dare, and yet I may not;

I may, although I care not, for pleasure when I play not.

Sir Walter Raleigh (1552-1618): Fain Would I.

I dare do all that may become a man;

Who dares do more is none.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 7.

Fain would I, but I dare not; I dare, and yet I may not;

I may, although I care not, for pleasure when I play not.

Sir Walter Raleigh (1552-1618): Fain Would I.

  Xenophanes said, "I confess myself the greatest coward in the world, for I dare not do an ill thing."

Plutarch (46(?)-120(?) a d): Of Bashfulness.

Letting "I dare not" wait upon "I would,"

Like the poor cat i' the adage.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 7.

My way of life

Is fall'n into the sere, the yellow leaf;

And that which should accompany old age,

As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends,

I must not look to have; but in their stead

Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honour, breath,

Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Macbeth. Act v. Sc. 3.

She walks the waters like a thing of life,

And seems to dare the elements to strife.

Lord Byron 1788-1824: The Corsair. Canto i. Stanza 3.

Dare to be true: nothing can need a lie;

A fault which needs it most, grows two thereby.

George Herbert (1593-1632): The Church Porch.

I love it, I love it, and who shall dare

To chide me for loving that old arm-chair?

Eliza Cook (1817-1889): The Old Arm-Chair.

O happiness! our being's end and aim!

Good, pleasure, ease, content! whate'er thy name:

That something still which prompts the eternal sigh,

For which we bear to live, or dare to die.

Alexander Pope (1688-1744): Essay on Man. Epistle iv. Line 1.

What man dare, I dare:

Approach thou like the rugged Russian bear,

The arm'd rhinoceros, or the Hyrcan tiger,—

Take any shape but that, and my firm nerves

Shall never tremble.

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

  O, what men dare do! what men may do! what men daily do, not knowing what they do!

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Much Ado about Nothing. Act iv. Sc. 1.

On his bold visage middle age

Had slightly press'd its signet sage,

Yet had not quench'd the open truth

And fiery vehemence of youth:

Forward and frolic glee was there,

The will to do, the soul to dare.

Sir Walter Scott (1771-1832): Lady of the Lake. Canto i. Stanza 21.