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- all
- all and sundry
- alpha and omega
- assemblage
- be-all
- be-all and end-all
- beginning and end
- complement
- each and every
- length and breadth
- one and all
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- the whole range
Gon. Here is everything advantageous to life.
Ant. True; save means to live.
A man so various, that he seem'd to be
Not one, but all mankind's epitome;
Stiff in opinions, always in the wrong,
Was everything by starts, and nothing long;
But in the course of one revolving moon
Was chymist, fiddler, statesman, and buffoon.
Everything comes if a man will only wait.
Custom reconciles us to everything.
You are a devil at everything, and there is no kind of thing in the 'versal world but what you can turn your hand to.
O Reader! Had you in your mind
Such stores as silent thought can bring,
O gentle Reader! you would find
A tale in everything.
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.
A fellow that hath had losses, and one that hath two gowns and every thing handsome about him.
Everything has two handles,—one by which it may be borne; another by which it cannot.
Everything in Nature contains all the powers of Nature. Everything is made of one hidden stuff.
Thinking is but an idle waste of thought,
And nought is everything and everything is nought.
Observe always that everything is the result of a change, and get used to thinking that there is nothing Nature loves so well as to change existing forms and to make new ones like them.
All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players.
They have their exits and their entrances;
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woful ballad
Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard;
Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lined,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side;
His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.
Hark, hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings,
And Phoebus 'gins arise,
His steeds to water at those springs
On chaliced flowers that lies;
And winking Mary-buds begin
To ope their golden eyes:
With everything that pretty is,
My lady sweet, arise.
I love everything that's old,—old friends, old times, old manners, old
books, old wine.—
To everything there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven.
But they that are above
Have ends in everything.
Time trieth troth in every doubt.
