Careful Words

kind (n.)

kind (adv.)

kind (adj.)

A kind and gentle heart he had,

To comfort friends and foes;

The naked every day he clad

When he put on his clothes.

Oliver Goldsmith (1728-1774): Elegy on the Death of a Mad Dog.

And kind as kings upon their coronation day.

John Dryden (1631-1701): The Hind and the Panther. Part i. Line 271.

Is base in kind, and born to be a slave.

William Cowper (1731-1800): Table Talk. Line 28.

Be to her virtues very kind;

Be to her faults a little blind.

Matthew Prior (1664-1721): An English Padlock.

The best in this kind are but shadows.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): A Midsummer Night's Dream, Act v. Sc. 1.

I must be cruel, only to be kind:

Thus bad begins, and worse remains behind.

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

I 've heard of hearts unkind, kind deeds

With coldness still returning;

Alas! the gratitude of men

Hath oftener left me mourning.

William Wordsworth (1770-1850): Simon Lee.

I can enjoy her while she's kind;

But when she dances in the wind,

And shakes the wings and will not stay,

I puff the prostitute away.

John Dryden (1631-1701): Imitation of Horace. Book iii. Ode 29, Line 81.

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.

One kind kiss before we part,

Drop a tear and bid adieu;

Though we sever, my fond heart

Till we meet shall pant for you.

Robert Dodsley (1703-1764): The Parting Kiss.

And that one hunting, which the Devil design'd

For one fair female, lost him half the kind.

John Dryden (1631-1701): Theodore and Honoria. Line 227.

Their cause I plead,—plead it in heart and mind;

A fellow-feeling makes one wondrous kind.

David Garrick (1716-1779): Prologue on Quitting the Stage in 1776.

A little more than kin, and less than kind.

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

I have a kind of alacrity in sinking.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act iii. Sc. 5.

Refrain to-night,

And that shall lend a kind of easiness

To the next abstinence: the next more easy;

For use almost can change the stamp of nature.

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

A kind

Of excellent dumb discourse.

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

'T is well said again,

And 't is a kind of good deed to say well:

And yet words are no deeds.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): King Henry VIII. Act iii. Sc. 2.

A sweet attractive kinde of grace,

A full assurance given by lookes,

Continuall comfort in a face

The lineaments of Gospell bookes.

Mathew Roydon (Circa 1586): An Elegie; or Friend's Passion for his Astrophill.

Vows with so much passion, swears with so much grace,

That 't is a kind of heaven to be deluded by him.

Nathaniel Lee (1655-1692): Alexander the Great. Act i. Sc. 3.

  I have not the Chancellor's encyclopedic mind. He is indeed a kind of semi-Solomon. He half knows everything, from the cedar to the hyssop.

Thomas B Macaulay (1800-1859): Letter to Macvey Napier, Dec. 17, 1830.

Commit

The oldest sins the newest kind of ways.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): King Henry IV. Part II. Act iv. Sc. 5.

This is the porcelain clay of humankind.

John Dryden (1631-1701): Don Sebastian. Act i. Sc. 1.

Be to her virtues very kind;

Be to her faults a little blind.

Matthew Prior (1664-1721): An English Padlock.

Be kind to my remains; and oh defend,

Against your judgment, your departed friend!

John Dryden (1631-1701): Epistle to Congreve. Line 72.

Men say, kinde will creepe where it may not goe.

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

Well had the boding tremblers learn'd to trace

The day's disasters in his morning face;

Full well they laugh'd with counterfeited glee

At all his jokes, for many a joke had he;

Full well the busy whisper circling round

Convey'd the dismal tidings when he frown'd.

Yet was he kind, or if severe in aught,

The love he bore to learning was in fault;

The village all declar'd how much he knew,

'T was certain he could write and cipher too.

Oliver Goldsmith (1728-1774): The Deserted Village. Line 199.