And learn the luxury of doing good.

Oliver Goldsmith (1728-1774): The Traveller. Line 22.

He tried the luxury of doing good.

George Crabbe (1754-1832): Tales of the Hall. Book iii. Boys at School.

And though he promise to his loss,

He makes his promise good.

Tate And Brady: Psalm xv. 5.

When the good man yields his breath

(For the good man never dies).

James Montgomery (1771-1854): The Wanderer of Switzerland. Part v.

When the good man yields his breath

(For the good man never dies).

James Montgomery (1771-1854): The Wanderer of Switzerland. Part v.

Under the shade of melancholy boughs,

Lose and neglect the creeping hours of time;

If ever you have look'd on better days,

If ever been where bells have knoll'd to church,

If ever sat at any good man's feast.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 7.

That best portion of a good man's life,—

His little, nameless, unremembered acts

Of kindness and of love.

William Wordsworth (1770-1850): Lines composed a few miles above Tintern Abbey.

Down on your knees,

And thank Heaven, fasting, for a good man's love.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 5.

But sad as angels for the good man's sin,

Weep to record, and blush to give it in.

Thomas Campbell (1777-1844): Pleasures of Hope. Part ii. Line 357.

Even children follow'd with endearing wile,

And pluck'd his gown, to share the good man's smile.

Oliver Goldsmith (1728-1774): The Deserted Village. Line 183.

'T was good advice, and meant, my son, Be good.

George Crabbe (1754-1832): Tales. Tale xxi. The Learned Boy.

And out of good still to find means of evil.

John Milton (1608-1674): Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 165.

Are you good men and true?

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Much Ado about Nothing. Act iii. Sc. 3.

One impulse from a vernal wood

May teach you more of man,

Of moral evil and of good,

Than all the sages can.

William Wordsworth (1770-1850): The Tables Turned.

Life! we 've been long together

Through pleasant and through cloudy weather;

'T is hard to part when friends are dear,—

Perhaps 't will cost a sigh, a tear;

Then steal away, give little warning,

Choose thine own time;

Say not "Good night," but in some brighter clime

Bid me "Good morning."

Mrs Barbauld (1743-1825): Life.

A good mouth-filling oath.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): King Henry IV. Part I. Act iii. Sc. 1.

I cannot eat but little meat,

My stomach is not good;

But sure I think that I can drink

With him that wears a hood.

Bishop Still (John) (1543-1607): Gammer Gurton's Needle. Act ii.

Good name in man and woman, dear my lord,

Is the immediate jewel of their souls:

Who steals my purse steals trash; 't is something, nothing;

'T was mine, 't is his, and has been slave to thousands;

But he that filches from me my good name

Robs me of that which not enriches him

And makes me poor indeed.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Othello. Act iii. Sc. 3.

There shall never be one lost good! What was, shall live as before;

The evil is null, is nought, is silence implying sound;

What was good shall be good, with for evil so much good more;

On the earth the broken arcs; in the heaven, a perfect round.

Robert Browning (1812-1890): Abt Vogler. ix.

For evil news rides post, while good news baits.

John Milton (1608-1674): Samson Agonistes. Line 1538.

Gude nicht, and joy be wi' you a'.

Lady Nairne (1766-1845): Gude Nicht, etc.

My native land, good night!

Lord Byron 1788-1824: Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto i. Stanza 13.

Life! we 've been long together

Through pleasant and through cloudy weather;

'T is hard to part when friends are dear,—

Perhaps 't will cost a sigh, a tear;

Then steal away, give little warning,

Choose thine own time;

Say not "Good night," but in some brighter clime

Bid me "Good morning."

Mrs Barbauld (1743-1825): Life.

Good night, good night! parting is such sweet sorrow,

That I shall say good night till it be morrow.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Romeo and Juliet. Act ii. Sc. 2.

To all, to each, a fair good-night,

And pleasing dreams, and slumbers light.

Sir Walter Scott (1771-1832): L' Envoy. To the Reader.

Howe'er it be, it seems to me,

'T is only noble to be good.

Kind hearts are more than coronets,

And simple faith than Norman blood.

Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892): Lady Clara Vere de Vere. Stanza 7.

O, mickle is the powerful grace that lies

In herbs, plants, stones, and their true qualities:

For nought so vile that on the earth doth live

But to the earth some special good doth give,

Nor aught so good but strain'd from that fair use

Revolts from true birth, stumbling on abuse:

Virtue itself turns vice, being misapplied;

And vice sometimes by action dignified.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Romeo and Juliet. Act ii. Sc. 3.

A creature not too bright or good

For human nature's daily food;

For transient sorrows, simple wiles,

Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles.

William Wordsworth (1770-1850): She was a Phantom of Delight.

Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears;

I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their bones.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Julius Caesar. Act iii. Sc. 2.

Plain living and high thinking are no more.

The homely beauty of the good old cause

Is gone; our peace, our fearful innocence,

And pure religion breathing household laws.

William Wordsworth (1770-1850): O Friend! I know not which way I must look.

So for a good old-gentlemanly vice

I think I must take up with avarice.

Lord Byron 1788-1824: Don Juan. Canto i. Stanza 216.

Because the good old rule

Sufficeth them,—the simple plan,

That they should take who have the power,

And they should keep who can.

William Wordsworth (1770-1850): Rob Roy's Grave.

No man e'er felt the halter draw,

With good opinion of the law.

John Trumbull (1750-1831): McFingal. Canto iii. Line 489.

Once to every man and nation comes the moment to decide,

In the strife of Truth with Falsehood, for the good or evil side;

Some great cause, God's new Messiah offering each the bloom or blight,

Parts the goats upon the left hand, and the sheep upon the right;

And the choice goes by forever 'twixt that darkness and that light.

James Russell Lowell (1819-1891): The Present Crisis.

Good orators, when they are out, they will spit.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): As You Like It. Act iv. Sc. 1.

These are thy glorious works, Parent of good!

John Milton (1608-1674): Paradise Lost. Book v. Line 153.

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.

Good people all, with one accord,

Lament for Madam Blaize,

Who never wanted a good word

From those who spoke her praise.

Oliver Goldsmith (1728-1774): Elegy on Mrs. Mary Blaize.

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.

And would'st thou evil for his good repay?

Alexander Pope (1688-1744): The Odyssey of Homer. Book xvi. Line 448.

What constitutes a state?

 .   .   .   .   .   .   .

Men who their duties know,

But know their rights, and knowing, dare maintain.

 .   .   .   .   .   .   .

And sovereign law, that state's collected will,

O'er thrones and globes elate,

Sits empress, crowning good, repressing ill.

Sir William Jones (1746-1794): Ode in Imitation of Alcaeus.

Good sense, which only is the gift of Heaven,

And though no science, fairly worth the seven.

Alexander Pope (1688-1744): Moral Essays. Epistle iv. Line 43.

And rail'd on Lady Fortune in good terms,

In good set terms.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 7.

Some fleeting good, that mocks me with the view.

Oliver Goldsmith (1728-1774): The Traveller. Line 26.

Some said, "John, print it;" others said, "Not so."

Some said, "It might do good;" others said, "No."

John Bunyan (1628-1688): Pilgrim's Progress. Apology for his Book.

O, mickle is the powerful grace that lies

In herbs, plants, stones, and their true qualities:

For nought so vile that on the earth doth live

But to the earth some special good doth give,

Nor aught so good but strain'd from that fair use

Revolts from true birth, stumbling on abuse:

Virtue itself turns vice, being misapplied;

And vice sometimes by action dignified.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Romeo and Juliet. Act ii. Sc. 3.

The knight's bones are dust,

And his good sword rust;

His soul is with the saints, I trust.

Samuel Taylor Coleridge (1772-1834): The Knight's Tomb.

Softly sweet, in Lydian measures,

Soon he sooth'd his soul to pleasures.

War, he sung, is toil and trouble;

Honour but an empty bubble;

Never ending, still beginning,

Fighting still, and still destroying.

If all the world be worth the winning,

Think, oh think it worth enjoying:

Lovely Thais sits beside thee,

Take the good the gods provide thee.

John Dryden (1631-1701): Alexander's Feast. Line 97.

Good, the more

Communicated, more abundant grows.

John Milton (1608-1674): Paradise Lost. Book v. Line 71.

A narrow compass! and yet there

Dwelt all that's good, and all that's fair;

Give me but what this riband bound,

Take all the rest the sun goes round.

Edmund Waller (1605-1687): On a Girdle.

Can one desire too much of a good thing?

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): As You Like It. Act iv. Sc. 1.

There's nothing ill can dwell in such a temple:

If the ill spirit have so fair a house,

Good things will strive to dwell with 't.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 2.

It's guid to be merry and wise,

It's guid to be honest and true,

It's guid to support Caledonia's cause,

And bide by the buff and the blue.

Robert Burns (1759-1796): Here's a Health to Them that's Awa'.

We 'll shine in more substantial honours,

And to be noble we 'll be good.

Thomas Percy (1728-1811): Winifreda (1720).

So farewell hope, and with hope farewell fear,

Farewell remorse; all good to me is lost.

Evil, be thou my good.

John Milton (1608-1674): Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 108.

Good to the heels the well-worn slipper feels

When the tired player shuffles off the buskin;

A page of Hood may do a fellow good

After a scolding from Carlyle or Ruskin.

Oliver Wendell Holmes (1809-1894): How not to settle it.

They 're only truly great who are truly good.

George Chapman (1557-1634): Revenge for Honour. Act v. Sc. 2.

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.

Our doubts are traitors,

And make us lose the good we oft might win

By fearing to attempt.

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

There shall never be one lost good! What was, shall live as before;

The evil is null, is nought, is silence implying sound;

What was good shall be good, with for evil so much good more;

On the earth the broken arcs; in the heaven, a perfect round.

Robert Browning (1812-1890): Abt Vogler. ix.

Oh yet we trust that somehow good

Will be the final goal of ill.

Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892): In Memoriam. liv. Stanza 1.

An ill winde that bloweth no man to good.

John Heywood (Circa 1565): Proverbes. Part i. Chap. ix.

Except wind stands as never it stood,

It is an ill wind turns none to good.

Thomas Tusser (Circa 1515-1580): Five Hundred Points of Good Husbandry. A Description of the Properties of Wind.

Good wine needs no bush.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): As You Like It. Epilogue.

It is a very good world to live in,

To lend, or to spend, or to give in;

But to beg or to borrow, or to get a man's own,

It is the very worst world that ever was known.

It was the owl that shriek'd, the fatal bellman,

Which gives the stern'st good-night.

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