Who breathes must suffer, and who thinks must mourn;
And he alone is bless'd who ne'er was born.
He best can paint them who shall feel them most.
In part she is to blame that has been tried:
He comes too late that comes to be denied.
Let this great maxim be my virtue's guide,—
In part she is to blame that has been tried:
He comes too near that comes to be denied.
He cometh unto you with a tale which holdeth children from play, and old men from the chimney-corner.
He first deceased; she for a little tried
To live without him, liked it not, and died.
For contemplation he and valour form'd,
For softness she and sweet attractive grace;
He for God only, she for God in him.
His fair large front and eye sublime declar'd
Absolute rule; and hyacinthine locks
Round from his parted forelock manly hung
Clustering, but not beneath his shoulders broad.
He knew what's what.—
Write the vision, and make it plain upon tables, that he may run that readeth it.
I am not now in fortune's power:
He that is down can fall no lower.
He that is down needs fear no fall.
He that is not with me is against me.
He that is robb'd, not wanting what is stolen,
Let him not know 't, and he's not robb'd at all.
Shine by the side of every path we tread
With such a lustre, he that runs may read.
He that wrestles with us strengthens our nerves and sharpens our skill. Our antagonist is our helper.
He was the Word, that spake it:
He took the bread and brake it;
And what that Word did make it,
I do believe and take it.
Happy the man, and happy he alone,
He who can call to-day his own;
He who, secure within, can say,
To-morrow, do thy worst, for I have liv'd to-day.
