Man (?.)
- American Indian
- Amerind
- Australian aborigine
- Bushman
- Caucasian
- Indian
- Malayan
- Mister Charley
- Mongolian
- Negrillo
- Negrito
- Negro
- Oriental
- Red Indian
- WASP
- black
- black man
- boy
- brown man
- burrhead
- colored person
- coon
- honky
- jigaboo
- jungle bunny
- ofay
- paleface
- pygmy
- red man
- redskin
- slant-eye
- spade
- the Man
- white
- white man
- whitey
- yellow man
Catch, then, oh catch the transient hour;
Improve each moment as it flies!
Life's a short summer, man a flower;
He dies—alas! how soon he dies!
The man that makes a character makes foes.
A merrier man,
Within the limit of becoming mirth,
I never spent an hour's talk withal.
I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts:
I am no orator, as Brutus is;
But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man.
As good almost kill a man as kill a good book: who kills a man kills a reasonable creature, God's image; but he who destroys a good book kills reason itself.
Whatever day
Makes man a slave, takes half his worth away.
Though man a thinking being is defined,
Few use the grand prerogative of mind.
How few think justly of the thinking few!
How many never think, who think they do!
Plato having defined man to be a two-legged animal without feathers, Diogenes plucked a cock and brought it into the Academy, and said, "This is Plato's man." On which account this addition was made to the definition,—"With broad flat nails."
Without the smile from partial beauty won,
Oh what were man?—a world without a sun.
Use every man after his desert, and who should 'scape whipping?
A man after his own heart.
Methinks I see in my mind a noble and puissant nation rousing herself like a strong man after sleep, and shaking her invincible locks; methinks I see her as an eagle mewing her mighty youth, and kindling her undazzled eyes at the full midday beam.
All that a man hath will he give for his life.
I dare do all that may become a man;
Who dares do more is none.
Here lies David Garrick, describe me who can,
An abridgment of all that was pleasant in man.
Praise enough
To fill the ambition of a private man,
That Chatham's language was his mother tongue.
A prince can make a belted knight,
A marquis, duke, and a' that;
But an honest man's aboon his might,
Guid faith, he maunna fa' that.
He was a man, which, as Plato saith, is a very inconstant creature.
Am I not a man and a brother?
Beware
Of entrance to a quarrel; but being in,
Bear 't that the opposed may beware of thee.
Give every man thy ear, but few thy voice;
Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judgment.
Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy,
But not express'd in fancy; rich, not gaudy;
For the apparel oft proclaims the man.
Chiefly the mould of a man's fortune is in his own hands.
Arms and the man I sing, who, forced by fate
And haughty Juno's unrelenting hate.
I preached as never sure to preach again,
And as a dying man to dying men.
As good almost kill a man as kill a good book: who kills a man kills a reasonable creature, God's image; but he who destroys a good book kills reason itself.
According as the man is, so must you humour him.
Look here, upon this picture, and on this,
The counterfeit presentment of two brothers.
See, what a grace was seated on this brow:
Hyperion's curls; the front of Jove himself;
An eye like Mars, to threaten and command;
A station like the herald Mercury
New-lighted on a heaven-kissing hill,—
A combination and a form indeed,
Where every god did seem to set his seal,
To give the world assurance of a man.
His helmet now shall make a hive for bees,
And lovers' songs be turned to holy psalms;
A man-at-arms must now serve on his knees,
And feed on prayers, which are old age's alms.
Every man at his best state is altogether vanity.
Man alone at the very moment of his birth, cast naked upon the naked earth, does she abandon to cries and lamentations.
At thirty, man suspects himself a fool;
Knows it at forty, and reforms his plan.
There never was a bad man that had ability for good service.
Let every man be fully persuaded in his own mind.
Let every man be occupied, and occupied in the highest employment of which his nature is capable, and die with the consciousness that he has done his best.
Fie on possession,
But if a man be vertuous withal.
Every man shall bear his own burden.
Thou wilt scarce be a man before thy mother.
But strive still to be a man before your mother.
Man being in honour abideth not; he is like the beasts that perish.
Say first, of God above or man below,
What can we reason but from what we know?
Benedick the married man.
For pointed satire I would Buckhurst choose,
The best good man with the worst-natured muse.
The best-humour'd man, with the worst-humour'd Muse.
I could have better spared a better man.
Beware the fury of a patient man.
The gentle minde by gentle deeds is knowne;
For a man by nothing is so well bewrayed
As by his manners.
The blind old man of Scio's rocky isle.
A bold bad man.
This bold bad man.
Then to side with Truth is noble when we share her wretched crust,
Ere her cause bring fame and profit, and 't is prosperous to be just;
Then it is the brave man chooses, while the coward stands aside,
Doubting in his abject spirit, till his Lord is crucified.
Without a sign his sword the brave man draws,
And asks no omen but his country's cause.
Breathes there the man with soul so dead
Who never to himself hath said,
This is my own, my native land!
Whose heart hath ne'er within him burn'd
As home his footsteps he hath turn'd
From wandering on a foreign strand?
If such there breathe, go, mark him well!
For him no minstrel raptures swell;
High though his titles, proud his name,
Boundless his wealth as wish can claim,—
Despite those titles, power, and pelf,
The wretch, concentred all in self,
Living, shall forfeit fair renown,
And, doubly dying, shall go down
To the vile dust from whence he sprung,
Unwept, unhonour'd, and unsung.
Thus when a barber and a collier fight,
The barber beats the luckless collier—white;
The dusty collier heaves his ponderous sack,
And big with vengeance beats the barber—black.
In comes the brick-dust man, with grime o'erspread,
And beats the collier and the barber—red:
Black, red, and white in various clouds are tost,
And in the dust they raise the combatants are lost.
An old man, broken with the storms of state,
Is come to lay his weary bones among ye:
Give him a little earth for charity!
For Brutus is an honourable man;
So are they all, all honourable men.
Pygmies are pygmies still, though percht on Alps;
And pyramids are pyramids in vales.
Each man makes his own stature, builds himself.
Virtue alone outbuilds the Pyramids;
Her monuments shall last when Egypt's fall.
Man but a rush against Othello's breast,
And he retires.
We are spirits clad in veils;
Man by man was never seen;
All our deep communing fails
To remove the shadowy screen.
You shall not pile, with servile toil,
Your monuments upon my breast,
Nor yet within the common soil
Lay down the wreck of power to rest,
Where man can boast that he has trod
On him that was "the scourge of God."
A man can die but once.
This, this is misery! the last, the worst
That man can feel.
The night cometh when no man can work.
Many a time a man cannot be such as he would be, if circumstances do not admit of it.
For a man can lose neither the past nor the future; for how can one take from him that which is not his? So remember these two points: first, that each thing is of like form from everlasting and comes round again in its cycle, and that it signifies not whether a man shall look upon the same things for a hundred years or two hundred, or for an infinity of time; second, that the longest lived and the shortest lived man, when they come to die, lose one and the same thing.
Neither a borrower nor a lender be;
For loan oft loses both itself and friend,
And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry.
This above all: to thine own self be true,
And it must follow, as the night the day,
Thou canst not then be false to any man.
In Xanadu did Kubla Khan
A stately pleasure-dome decree,
Where Alph, the sacred river, ran
Through caverns measureless to man
Down to a sunless sea.
Cease ye from man, whose breath is in his nostrils.
It is as impossible for a man to be cheated by any one but himself, as for a thing to be and not to be at the same time.
The child is father of the man.
The childhood shows the man,
As morning shows the day.
O, I have passed a miserable night,
So full of ugly sights, of ghastly dreams,
That, as I am a Christian faithful man,
I would not spend another such a night,
Though 't were to buy a world of happy days.
Increased means and increased leisure are the two civilizers of man.
We are all clever enough at envying a famous man while he is yet alive, and at praising him when he is dead.
He [Kippis] might be a very clever man by nature for aught I know, but he laid so many books upon his head that his brains could not move.
An honest man, close-button'd to the chin,
Broadcloth without, and a warm heart within.
Drowsiness shall clothe a man with rags.
Unbounded courage and compassion join'd,
Tempering each other in the victor's mind,
Alternately proclaim him good and great,
And make the hero and the man complete.
Reading maketh a full man, conference a ready man, and writing an exact man.
The atrocious crime of being a young man, which the honourable gentleman has with such spirit and decency charged upon me, I shall neither attempt to palliate nor deny; but content myself with wishing that I may be one of those whose follies may cease with their youth, and not of that number who are ignorant in spite of experience.
A man I am, cross'd with adversity.
A bold bad man.
'T is a cruelty
To load a falling man.
I dare do all that may become a man;
Who dares do more is none.
I hold every man a debtor to his profession; from the which as men of course do seek to receive countenance and profit, so ought they of duty to endeavour themselves by way of amends to be a help and ornament thereunto.
Man delights not me: no, nor woman neither.
If the heart of a man is depress'd with cares,
The mist is dispell'd when a woman appears.
Man, false man, smiling, destructive man!
The heart of man is the place the Devil's in: I feel sometimes a hell within myself.
From harmony, from heavenly harmony,
This universal frame began:
From harmony to harmony
Through all the compass of the notes it ran,
The diapason closing full in Man.
To every man upon this earth
Death cometh soon or late;
And how can man die better
Than facing fearful odds
For the ashes of his fathers
And the temples of his gods?
It matters not how a man dies, but how he lives.
Seest thou a man diligent in his business? He shall stand before kings; he shall not stand before mean men.
[Diseases] crucify the soul of man, attenuate our bodies, dry them, wither them, shrivel them up like old apples, make them so many anatomies.
Condemn you me for that the duke did love me?
So may you blame some fair and crystal river
For that some melancholic, distracted man
Hath drown'd himself in 't.
When he is forsaken,
Wither'd and shaken,
What can an old man do but die?
'T is not what man does which exalts him, but what man would do.
Man doth not live by bread only.
But man, proud man,
Drest in a little brief authority,
Most ignorant of what he's most assured,
His glassy essence, like an angry ape,
Plays such fantastic tricks before high heaven
As make the angels weep.
Life is as tedious as a twice-told tale
Vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man.
Remember that man's life lies all within this present, as 't were but a hair's-breadth of time; as for the rest, the past is gone, the future yet unseen. Short, therefore, is man's life, and narrow is the corner of the earth wherein he dwells.
I preached as never sure to preach again,
And as a dying man to dying men.
The eye of man hath not heard, the ear of man hath not seen, man's hand is not able to taste, his tongue to conceive, nor his heart to report, what my dream was.
That old man eloquent.
England expects every man to do his duty.
Know then this truth (enough for man to know),—
"Virtue alone is happiness below."
As Stephen Sly and old John Naps of Greece,
And Peter Turph and Henry Pimpernell,
And twenty more such names and men as these
Which never were, nor no man ever saw.
Every man has his fault, and honesty is his.
An honest exceeding poor man.
Awake, my St. John! leave all meaner things
To low ambition and the pride of kings.
Let us (since life can little more supply
Than just to look about us, and to die)
Expatiate free o'er all this scene of man;
A mighty maze! but not without a plan.
Extremes in Nature equal good produce;
Extremes in man concur to general use.
The eye of man hath not heard, the ear of man hath not seen, man's hand is not able to taste, his tongue to conceive, nor his heart to report, what my dream was.
Man, false man, smiling, destructive man!
Falsely luxurious, will not man awake?
It is a familiar beast to man, and signifies love.
A famous man is Robin Hood,
The English ballad-singer's joy.
The fashion wears out more apparel than the man.
Feare may force a man to cast beyond the moone.
That when a man fell into his anecdotage, it was a sign for him to retire.
The first man is of the earth, earthy.
The first years of man must make provision for the last.
But whether on the scaffold high
Or in the battle's van,
The fittest place where man can die
Is where he dies for man!
Music's golden tongue
Flatter'd to tears this aged man and poor.
A man that's fond precociously of stirring
Must be a spoon.
Every man for himselfe and God for us all.
Every man for himself, his own ends, the Devil for all.
I never thrust my nose into other men's porridge. It is no bread and butter of mine; every man for himself, and God for us all.
The foremost man of all this world.
The man forget not, though in rags he lies,
And know the mortal through a crown's disguise.
Forget the brother, and resume the man.
It is yet a higher speech of his than the other, "It is true greatness to have in one the frailty of a man and the security of a god."
I am as free as Nature first made man,
Ere the base laws of servitude began,
When wild in woods the noble savage ran.
Just are the ways of Heaven: from Heaven proceed
The woes of man; Heaven doom'd the Greeks to bleed,—
A theme of future song!
Beware the fury of a patient man.
Then gently scan your brother man,
Still gentler sister woman;
Though they may gang a kennin' wrang,
To step aside is human.
Beware
Of entrance to a quarrel; but being in,
Bear 't that the opposed may beware of thee.
Give every man thy ear, but few thy voice;
Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judgment.
Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy,
But not express'd in fancy; rich, not gaudy;
For the apparel oft proclaims the man.
Know from the bounteous heaven all riches flow;
And what man gives, the gods by man bestow.
So over violent, or over civil,
That every man with him was God or Devil.
Man goeth forth unto his work and to his labour until the evening.
The grasshopper shall be a burden, and desire shall fail; because man goeth to his long home, and the mourners go about the streets.
Farewell! a long farewell, to all my greatness!
This is the state of man: to-day he puts forth
The tender leaves of hopes; to-morrow blossoms,
And bears his blushing honours thick upon him;
The third day comes a frost, a killing frost,
And when he thinks, good easy man, full surely
His greatness is a-ripening, nips his root,
And then he falls, as I do. I have ventured,
Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders,
This many summers in a sea of glory,
But far beyond my depth: my high-blown pride
At length broke under me and now has left me,
Weary and old with service, to the mercy
Of a rude stream, that must forever hide me.
Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye:
I feel my heart new opened. O, how wretched
Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favours!
There is betwixt that smile we would aspire to,
That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin,
More pangs and fears than wars or women have:
And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer,
Never to hope again.
It sounds like stories from the land of spirits
If any man obtains that which he merits,
Or any merit that which he obtains.
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Greatness and goodness are not means, but ends!
Hath he not always treasures, always friends,
The good great man? Three treasures,—love and light,
And calm thoughts, regular as infants' breath;
And three firm friends, more sure than day and night,—
Himself, his Maker, and the angel Death.
The chamber where the good man meets his fate
Is privileg'd beyond the common walk
Of virtuous life, quite in the verge of heaven.
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.
When the good man yields his breath
(For the good man never dies).
A good old man, sir; he will be talking: as they say, When the age is in the wit is out.
O, good old man, how well in thee appears
The constant service of the antique world,
When service sweat for duty, not for meed!
Thou art not for the fashion of these times,
Where none will sweat but for promotion.
If we are not stupid or insincere when we say that the good or ill of man lies within his own will, and that all beside is nothing to us, why are we still troubled?
When the good man yields his breath
(For the good man never dies).
Adam the goodliest man of men since born
His sons, the fairest of her daughters Eve.
In this awfully stupendous manner, at which Reason stands aghast, and Faith herself is half confounded, was the grace of God to man at length manifested.
These little things are great to little man.
Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends.
As if the man had fixed his face,
In many a solitary place,
Against the wind and open sky!
He is the half part of a blessed man,
Left to be finished by such as she;
And she a fair divided excellence,
Whose fulness of perfection lies in him.
His hand will be against every man, and every man's hand against him.
Hanging was the worst use a man could be put to.
Happy man be his dole!
Happy man, happy dole.
The loss of wealth is loss of dirt,
As sages in all times assert;
The happy man's without a shirt.
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.
Every man has business and desire,
Such as it is.
Why has not man a microscopic eye?
For this plain reason,—man is not a fly.
He thought as a sage, though he felt as a man.
And he is oft the wisest man
Who is not wise at all.
He that hath a beard is more than a youth, and he that hath no beard is less than a man.
He was a good man, and a just.
Early to bed and early to rise,
Makes a man healthy, wealthy, and wise.
"You are old, Father William," the young man cried,
"The few locks which are left you are gray;
You are hale, Father William, a hearty old man,—
Now tell me the reason I pray."
And often did beguile her of her tears,
When I did speak of some distressful stroke
That my youth suffer'd. My story being done,
She gave me for my pains a world of sighs;
She swore, in faith, 't was strange, 't was passing strange.
'T was pitiful, 't was wondrous pitiful;
She wish'd she had not heard it, yet she wish'd
That Heaven had made her such a man; she thank'd me,
And bade me, if I had a friend that loved her,
I should but teach him how to tell my story,
And that would woo her. Upon this hint I spake:
She loved me for the dangers I had pass'd,
And I loved her that she did pity them.
This only is the witchcraft I have used.
Her wit was more than man, her innocence a child.
The modest front of this small floor,
Believe me, reader, can say more
Than many a braver marble can,—
"Here lies a truly honest man!"
A Christian is the highest style of man.
A mighty hunter, and his prey was man.
I thank God I am as honest as any man living that is an old man and no honester than I.
Between the acting of a dreadful thing
And the first motion, all the interim is
Like a phantasma, or a hideous dream:
The Genius and the mortal instruments
Are then in council; and the state of man,
Like to a little kingdom, suffers then
The nature of an insurrection.
Man is his own star; and that soul that can
Be honest is the only perfect man.
A wit's a feather, and a chief a rod;
An honest man's the noblest work of God.
Unless above himself he can
Erect himself, how poor a thing is man!
Scion of chiefs and monarchs, where art thou?
Fond hope of many nations, art thou dead?
Could not the grave forget thee, and lay low
Some less majestic, less beloved head?
Immortal gods, I crave no pelf;
I pray for no man but myself;
Grant I may never prove so fond,
To trust man on his oath or bond.
And step by step, since time began,
I see the steady gain of man.
Ignorance of the law excuses no man; not that all men know the law, but because 't is an excuse every man will plead, and no man can tell how to refute him.
'T is impious in a good man to be sad.
It is as impossible for a man to be cheated by any one but himself, as for a thing to be and not to be at the same time.
A man in all the world's new fashion planted,
That hath a mint of phrases in his brain.
Must helpless man, in ignorance sedate,
Roll darkling down the torrent of his fate?
For of fortunes sharpe adversite,
The worst kind of infortune is this,—
A man that hath been in prosperite,
And it remember whan it passed is.
For what are they all in their high conceit,
When man in the bush with God may meet?
A sense sublime
Of something far more deeply interfused,
Whose dwelling is the light of setting suns,
And the round ocean and the living air
And the blue sky, and in the mind of man,—
A motion and a spirit, that impels
All thinking things, all objects of all thought,
And rolls through all things.
Here's that which is too weak to be a sinner,—honest water, which ne'er left man i' the mire.
Of manners gentle, of affections mild;
In wit a man, simplicity a child.
A little skill in antiquity inclines a man to Popery; but depth in that study brings him about again to our religion.
Sweet are the slumbers of the virtuous man.
We must repeat the often repeated saying, that it is unworthy a religious man to view an irreligious one either with alarm or aversion, or with any other feeling than regret and hope and brotherly commiseration.
A man is a bundle of relations, a knot of roots, whose flower and fruitage is the world.
Man is a noble animal, splendid in ashes and pompous in the grave.
A man is a bundle of relations, a knot of roots, whose flower and fruitage is the world.
Accommodated; that is, when a man is, as they say, accommodated; or when a man is, being, whereby a' may be thought to be accommodated,—which is an excellent thing.
Every man is as Heaven made him, and sometimes a great deal worse.
My man's as true as steel.
Man is born unto trouble, as the sparks fly upward.
Like leaves on trees the race of man is found,—
Now green in youth, now withering on the ground;
Another race the following spring supplies:
They fall successive, and successive rise.
Man is his own star; and the soul that can
Render an honest and a perfect man
Commands all light, all influence, all fate.
Nothing to him falls early, or too late.
Our acts our angels are, or good or ill,
Our fatal shadows that walk by us still.
That man is little to be envied whose patriotism would not gain force upon the plain of Marathon, or whose piety would not grow warmer among the ruins of Iona.
Why has not man a microscopic eye?
For this plain reason,—man is not a fly.
Progress is
The law of life: man is not Man as yet.
Man is one world, and hath
Another to attend him.
The rank is but the guinea's stamp,
The man's the gowd for a' that.
Man is the nobler growth our realms supply,
And souls are ripened in our northern sky.
We bow our heads before Thee, and we laud
And magnify thy name Almighty God!
But man is thy most awful instrument
In working out a pure intent.
Though every prospect pleases,
And only man is vile.
When the fight begins within himself,
A man's worth something.
Commonly we say a judgment falls upon a man for something in him we cannot abide.
Justice, sir, is the great interest of man on earth.
The kindest man,
The best-condition'd and unwearied spirit
In doing courtesies.
A wrong-doer is often a man that has left something undone, not always he that has done something.
Laborin' man an' laborin' woman
Hev one glory an' one shame;
Ev'y thin' thet's done inhuman
Injers all on 'em the same.
Thou large-brain'd woman and large-hearted man.
Who but must laugh, if such a man there be?
Who would not weep, if Atticus were he?
Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends.
God, made him, and therefore let him pass for a man.
Let no guilty man escape, if it can be avoided. No personal considerations should stand in the way of performing a duty.
The man that hath no music in himself,
Nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds,
Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils;
The motions of his spirit are dull as night,
And his affections dark as Erebus.
Let no such man be trusted.
What therefore God hath joined together, let not man put asunder.
Let the end try the man.
There is no heroic poem in the world but is at bottom a biography, the life of a man; also it may be said, there is no life of a man, faithfully recorded, but is a heroic poem of its sort, rhymed or unrhymed.
There is no heroic poem in the world but is at bottom a biography, the life of a man; also it may be said, there is no life of a man, faithfully recorded, but is a heroic poem of its sort, rhymed or unrhymed.
The whole life of man is but a point of time; let us enjoy it, therefore, while it lasts, and not spend it to no purpose.
The world's a bubble, and the life of man
Less than a span.
No arts, no letters, no society, and which is worst of all, continual fear and danger of violent death, and the life of man solitary, poor, nasty, brutish, and short.
Between the acting of a dreadful thing
And the first motion, all the interim is
Like a phantasma, or a hideous dream:
The Genius and the mortal instruments
Are then in council; and the state of man,
Like to a little kingdom, suffers then
The nature of an insurrection.
A little round, fat, oily man of God.
When he is best, he is a little worse than a man; and when he is worst, he is little better than a beast.
A needy, hollow-eyed, sharp-looking wretch,
A living-dead man.
This passion, and the death of a dear friend, would go near to make a man look sad.
The lot assigned to every man is suited to him, and suits him to itself.
It is the lot of man but once to die.
That darksome cave they enter, where they find
That cursed man, low sitting on the ground,
Musing full sadly in his sullein mind.
And there's a lust in man no charm can tame
Of loudly publishing our neighbour's shame;
On eagles' wings immortal scandals fly,
While virtuous actions are but born and die.
Like a man made after supper of a cheese-paring: when a' was naked, he was, for all the world, like a forked radish, with a head fantastically carved upon it with a knife.
God made the country, and man made the town.
Before man made us citizens, great Nature made us men.
Man makes a death which Nature never made.
Pygmies are pygmies still, though percht on Alps;
And pyramids are pyramids in vales.
Each man makes his own stature, builds himself.
Virtue alone outbuilds the Pyramids;
Her monuments shall last when Egypt's fall.
Wine that maketh glad the heart of man.
Man's inhumanity to man
Makes countless thousands mourn.
Mark the perfect man, and behold the upright.
Roll on, thou deep and dark blue ocean, roll!
Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain;
Man marks the earth with ruin,—his control
Stops with the shore.
Let every man be master of his time
Till seven at night.
A man may fish with the worm that hath eat of a king, and eat of the fish that hath fed of that worm.
That man may last, but never lives,
Who much receives, but nothing gives;
Whom none can love, whom none can thank,—
Creation's blot, creation's blank.
What? Was man made a wheel-work to wind up,
And be discharged, and straight wound up anew?
No! grown, his growth lasts; taught, he ne'er forgets:
May learn a thousand things, not twice the same.
A man may see how this world goes with no eyes. Look with thine ears: see how yond justice rails upon yond simple thief. Hark, in thine ear: change places; and, handy-dandy, which is the justice, which is the thief?
My meaning in saying he is a good man, is to have you understand me that he is sufficient.
It has been observed that the height of a man from the crown of the head to the sole of the foot is equal to the distance between the tips of the middle fingers of the two hands when extended in a straight line.
The chamber where the good man meets his fate
Is privileg'd beyond the common walk
Of virtuous life, quite in the verge of heaven.
Every man meets his Waterloo at last.
Condemn you me for that the duke did love me?
So may you blame some fair and crystal river
For that some melancholic, distracted man
Hath drown'd himself in 't.
Time whereof the memory of man runneth not to the contrary.
Wherever God erects a house of prayer,
The Devil always builds a chapel there;
And 't will be found, upon examination,
The latter has the largest congregation.
O, that a man might know
The end of this day's business ere it come!
He was the mildest manner'd man
That ever scuttled ship or cut a throat.
The earth was made so various, that the mind
Of desultory man, studious of change
And pleased with novelty, might be indulged.
Were I so tall to reach the pole,
Or grasp the ocean with my span,
I must be measured by my soul:
The mind's the standard of the man.
But it was thou, a man mine equal, my guide, and mine acquaintance.
Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows.
I am a man
More sinn'd against than sinning.
The most senseless and fit man.
And striving to be man, the worm
Mounts through all the spires of form.
Sir, a woman preaching is like a dog's walking on his hind legs. It is not done well; but you are surprised to find it done at all.
I hold the world but as the world, Gratiano,—
A stage, where every man must play a part;
And mine a sad one.
Cursed be the verse, how well so e'er it flow,
That tends to make one worthy man my foe.
Nae man can tether time or tide.
Sighing that Nature form'd but one such man,
And broke the die, in moulding Sheridan.
O woman! lovely woman! Nature made thee
To temper man: we had been brutes without you.
Angels are painted fair, to look like you:
There's in you all that we believe of heaven,—
Amazing brightness, purity, and truth,
Eternal joy, and everlasting love.
Hope springs eternal in the human breast:
Man never is, but always to be blest.
The soul, uneasy and confined from home,
Rests and expatiates in a life to come.
No man can lose what he never had.
No man e'er felt the halter draw,
With good opinion of the law.
No good man ever grew rich all at once.
There's a special providence in the fall of a sparrow. If it be now, 't is not to come; if it be not to come, it will be now; if it be not now, yet it will come: the readiness is all. Since no man has aught of what he leaves, what is 't to leave betimes?
As no man is born an artist, so no man is born an angler.
As no man is born an artist, so no man is born an angler.
Xenophanes speaks thus:—
And no man knows distinctly anything,
And no man ever will.
Though thou be destined to live three thousand years and as many myriads besides, yet remember that no man loseth other life than that which he liveth, nor liveth other than that which he loseth.
No man ever became extremely wicked all at once.
No man is the wiser for his learning.
Not always actions show the man; we find
Who does a kindness is not therefore kind.
It is not good that the man should be alone.
The Sabbath was made for man, and not man for the Sabbath.
They are not a pipe for fortune's finger
To sound what stop she please. Give me that man
That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him
In my heart's core, ay, in my heart of heart,
As I do thee.—Something too much of this.
Man is not the creature of circumstances. Circumstances are the creatures of men.
Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more,
Or close the wall up with our English dead!
In peace there's nothing so becomes a man
As modest stillness and humility;
But when the blast of war blows in our ears,
Then imitate the action of the tiger:
Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood.
A noticeable man, with large gray eyes.
Nowher so besy a man as he ther n' as,
And yet he semed besier than he was.
A man he seems of cheerful yesterdays
And confident to-morrows.
A man of strife and a man of contention.
A little round, fat, oily man of God.
And every man, in love or pride,
Of his fate is never wide.
A wise man is strong; yea, a man of knowledge increaseth strength.
Temple was a man of the world amongst men of letters, a man of letters amongst men of the world.
Adam the goodliest man of men since born
His sons, the fairest of her daughters Eve.
Tender-handed stroke a nettle,
And it stings you for your pains;
Grasp it like a man of mettle,
And it soft as silk remains.
'T is the same with common natures:
Use 'em kindly, they rebel;
But be rough as nutmeg-graters,
And the rogues obey you well.
Fill all the glasses there, for why
Should every creature drink but I?
Why, man of morals, tell me why?
A man of my kidney.
A nice man is a man of nasty ideas.
Beware of a man of one book.
There's but the twinkling of a star
Between a man of peace and war.
A man of pleasure is a man of pains.
My friend was of opinion that when a man of rank appeared in that character [as an author], he deserved to have his merits handsomely allowed.
Rise, honest muse! and sing The Man of Ross.
A man of sovereign parts he is esteem'd;
Well fitted in arts, glorious in arms:
Nothing becomes him ill that he would well.
A man of strife and a man of contention.
Ye gods, it doth amaze me
A man of such a feeble temper should
So get the start of the majestic world
And bear the palm alone.
Temple was a man of the world amongst men of letters, a man of letters amongst men of the world.
He was a man
Of an unbounded stomach.
I am a man of unclean lips.
The man of wisdom is the man of years.
I was not always a man of woe.
For the glory of the Creator and the relief of man's estate.
I thank God I am as honest as any man living that is an old man and no honester than I.
Immortal gods, I crave no pelf;
I pray for no man but myself;
Grant I may never prove so fond,
To trust man on his oath or bond.
One man among a thousand have I found; but a woman among all those have I not found.
Immortal gods! how much does one man excel another! What a difference there is between a wise person and a fool!
Cursed be the verse, how well so e'er it flow,
That tends to make one worthy man my foe.
Man is the only one that knows nothing, that can learn nothing without being taught. He can neither speak nor walk nor eat, and in short he can do nothing at the prompting of nature only, but weep.
Is not this a lamentable thing, that of the skin of an innocent lamb should be made parchment? that parchment, being scribbled o'er, should undo a man?
Progress, man's distinctive mark alone,
Not God's, and not the beasts: God is, they are;
Man partly is, and wholly hopes to be.
I have had a dream, past the wit of man to say what dream it was.
The most patient man in loss, the most coldest that ever turned up ace.
Censure is the tax a man pays to the public for being eminent.
The people arose as one man.
Ay me, how many perils doe enfold
The righteous man, to make him daily fall!
This man, I say, is most perfect who shall have understood everything for himself, after having devised what may be best afterward and unto the end.
To be honest as this world goes, is to be one man picked out of ten thousand.
If the single man plant himself indomitably on his instincts, and there abide, the huge world will come round to him.
"Be of good comfort, Master Ridley," Latimer cried at the crackling of the flames. "Play the man! We shall this day light such a candle, by God's grace, in England, as I trust shall never be put out."
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.
How does the poet speak to men with power, but by being still more a man than they?
A wise man poor
Is like a sacred book that's never read,—
To himself he lives, and to all else seems dead.
This age thinks better of a gilded fool
Than of a threadbare saint in wisdom's school.
The poorest man may in his cottage bid defiance to all the force of the Crown. It may be frail; its roof may shake; the wind may blow through it; the storms may enter, the rain may enter,—but the King of England cannot enter; all his forces dare not cross the threshold of the ruined tenement!
Auld Nature swears the lovely dears
Her noblest work she classes, O;
Her 'prentice han' she tried on man,
And then she made the lasses, O!
Press not a falling man too far!
What is a man profited, if he shall gain the whole world, and lose his own soul?
A proper man, as one shall see in a summer's day.
I do not distinguish by the eye, but by the mind, which is the proper judge of the man.
Man proposes, but God disposes.
But man, proud man,
Drest in a little brief authority,
Most ignorant of what he's most assured,
His glassy essence, like an angry ape,
Plays such fantastic tricks before high heaven
As make the angels weep.
The prudent man looketh well to his going.
Reading maketh a full man, conference a ready man, and writing an exact man.
The man recovered of the bite,
The dog it was that died.
We must repeat the often repeated saying, that it is unworthy a religious man to view an irreligious one either with alarm or aversion, or with any other feeling than regret and hope and brotherly commiseration.
A righteous man regardeth the life of his beast; but the tender mercies of the wicked are cruel.
Remote from man, with God he passed the days;
Prayer all his business, all his pleasure praise.
I have always believed that success would be the inevitable result if the two services, the army and the navy, had fair play, and if we sent the right man to fill the right place.
We are firm believers in the maxim that for all right judgment of any man or thing it is useful, nay, essential, to see his good qualities before pronouncing on his bad.
They made and recorded a sort of institute and digest of anarchy, called the Rights of Man.
Methinks I see in my mind a noble and puissant nation rousing herself like a strong man after sleep, and shaking her invincible locks; methinks I see her as an eagle mewing her mighty youth, and kindling her undazzled eyes at the full midday beam.
O, pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth,
That I am meek and gentle with these butchers!
Thou art the ruins of the noblest man
That ever lived in the tide of times.
The Sabbath was made for man, and not man for the Sabbath.
A sadder and a wiser man,
He rose the morrow morn.
Seasoned life of man preserved and stored up in books.
I have touched the highest point of all my greatness;
And from that full meridian of my glory
I haste now to my setting: I shall fall
Like a bright exhalation in the evening,
And no man see me more.
Man seems the only growth that dwindles here.
A moral, sensible, and well-bred man
Will not affront me,—and no other can.
In that day seven women shall take hold of one man.
Every man shall bear his own burden.
In that day a man shall cast his idols . . . to the moles and to the bats.
Man shall not live by bread alone.
Shall quips and sentences and these paper bullets of the brain awe a man from the career of his humour? No, the world must be peopled. When I said I would die a bachelor, I did not think I should live till I were married.
Iron sharpeneth iron; so a man sharpeneth the countenance of his friend.
She knows her man, and when you rant and swear,
Can draw you to her with a single hair.
A man should be upright, not be kept upright.
It is not good that the man should be alone.
It is always right that a man should be able to render a reason for the faith that is within him.
The sleep of a labouring man is sweet.
Sweet are the slumbers of the virtuous man.
Child Rowland to the dark tower came,
His word was still,—Fie, foh, and fum,
I smell the blood of a British man.
Even such a man, so faint, so spiritless,
So dull, so dead in look, so woe-begone,
Drew Priam's curtain in the dead of night,
And would have told him half his Troy was burnt.
Our days begin with trouble here,
Our life is but a span,
And cruel death is always near,
So frail a thing is man.
So much one man can do,
That does both act and know.
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.
Pity the sorrows of a poor old man,
Whose trembling limbs have borne him to your door,
Whose days are dwindled to the shortest span;
Oh give relief, and Heaven will bless your store.
Of which, if thou be a severe, sour-complexioned man, then I here disallow thee to be a competent judge.
Whatsoever a man soweth, that shall he also reap.
Speak every man truth with his neighbour.
Between the acting of a dreadful thing
And the first motion, all the interim is
Like a phantasma, or a hideous dream:
The Genius and the mortal instruments
Are then in council; and the state of man,
Like to a little kingdom, suffers then
The nature of an insurrection.
When is man strong until he feels alone?
Is not a patron, my lord, one who looks with unconcern on a man struggling for life in the water, and when he has reached ground encumbers him with help?
A brave man struggling in the storms of fate,
And greatly falling with a falling state.
While Cato gives his little senate laws,
What bosom beats not in his country's cause?
The earth was made so various, that the mind
Of desultory man, studious of change
And pleased with novelty, might be indulged.
Know then thyself, presume not God to scan;
The proper study of mankind is man.
Such, mistress, such Nan,
Such master, such man.
Is there no hope? the sick man said;
The silent doctor shook his head.
At thirty, man suspects himself a fool;
Knows it at forty, and reforms his plan.
He was a man, take him for all in all,
I shall not look upon his like again.
One impulse from a vernal wood
May teach you more of man,
Of moral evil and of good,
Than all the sages can.
Who so shall telle a tale after a man,
He moste reherse, as neighe as ever he can,
Everich word, if it be in his charge,
All speke he never so rudely and so large;
Or elles he moste tellen his tale untrewe,
Or feinen thinges, or finden wordes newe.
It is by presence of mind in untried emergencies that the native metal of a man is tested.
Ah, how unjust to Nature and himself
Is thoughtless, thankless, inconsistent man!
The man that blushes is not quite a brute.
Blessed is the man that endureth temptation; for when he is tried, he shall receive the crown of life.
He was a bold man that first eat an oyster.
The man that hails you Tom or Jack,
And proves, by thumping on your back,
His sense of your great merit,
Is such a friend that one had need
Be very much his friend indeed
To pardon or to bear it.
Farewell! a long farewell, to all my greatness!
This is the state of man: to-day he puts forth
The tender leaves of hopes; to-morrow blossoms,
And bears his blushing honours thick upon him;
The third day comes a frost, a killing frost,
And when he thinks, good easy man, full surely
His greatness is a-ripening, nips his root,
And then he falls, as I do. I have ventured,
Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders,
This many summers in a sea of glory,
But far beyond my depth: my high-blown pride
At length broke under me and now has left me,
Weary and old with service, to the mercy
Of a rude stream, that must forever hide me.
Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye:
I feel my heart new opened. O, how wretched
Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favours!
There is betwixt that smile we would aspire to,
That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin,
More pangs and fears than wars or women have:
And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer,
Never to hope again.
That man that hath a tongue, I say, is no man,
If with his tongue he cannot win a woman.
A man that hath friends must show himself friendly; and there is a friend that sticketh closer than a brother.
Happy is the man that hath his quiver full of them.
The man that hath no music in himself,
Nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds,
Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils;
The motions of his spirit are dull as night,
And his affections dark as Erebus.
Let no such man be trusted.
Man that is born of a woman is of few days, and full of trouble.
They are not a pipe for fortune's finger
To sound what stop she please. Give me that man
That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him
In my heart's core, ay, in my heart of heart,
As I do thee.—Something too much of this.
The man that lays his hand upon a woman,
Save in the way of kindness, is a wretch
Whom 't were gross flattery to name a coward.
Ay me! what perils do environ
The man that meddles with cold iron!
That old man eloquent.
The man that makes a character makes foes.
As full, as perfect, in vile man that mourns
As the rapt seraph that adores and burns:
To Him no high, no low, no great, no small;
He fills, he bounds, connects, and equals all!
He preferred an honest man that wooed his daughter, before a rich man. "I would rather," said Themistocles, "have a man that wants money than money that wants a man."
The world was sad, the garden was a wild,
And man the hermit sigh'd—till woman smiled.
The kindest man,
The best-condition'd and unwearied spirit
In doing courtesies.
Once, in the flight of ages past,
There lived a man.
There was a little man, and he had a little soul;
And he said, Little Soul, let us try, try, try!
Farewell! a long farewell, to all my greatness!
This is the state of man: to-day he puts forth
The tender leaves of hopes; to-morrow blossoms,
And bears his blushing honours thick upon him;
The third day comes a frost, a killing frost,
And when he thinks, good easy man, full surely
His greatness is a-ripening, nips his root,
And then he falls, as I do. I have ventured,
Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders,
This many summers in a sea of glory,
But far beyond my depth: my high-blown pride
At length broke under me and now has left me,
Weary and old with service, to the mercy
Of a rude stream, that must forever hide me.
Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye:
I feel my heart new opened. O, how wretched
Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favours!
There is betwixt that smile we would aspire to,
That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin,
More pangs and fears than wars or women have:
And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer,
Never to hope again.
His life was gentle, and the elements
So mix'd in him, that Nature might stand up
And say to all the world, "This was a man!"
Horatio, thou art e'en as just a man
As e'er my conversation coped withal.
Thou art the man.
Man!
Thou pendulum betwixt a smile and tear.
Ah, how unjust to Nature and himself
Is thoughtless, thankless, inconsistent man!
A man he was to all the country dear,
And passing rich with forty pounds a year.
Like a man to double business bound,
I stand in pause where I shall first begin,
And both neglect.
The desire of power in excess caused the angels to fall; the desire of knowledge in excess caused man to fall.
Know then this truth (enough for man to know),—
"Virtue alone is happiness below."
'T is my vocation, Hal; 't is no sin for a man to labour in his vocation.
'T is elder Scripture, writ by God's own hand,—
Scripture authentic! uncorrupt by man.
Better to hunt in fields for health unbought
Than fee the doctor for a nauseous draught.
The wise for cure on exercise depend;
God never made his work for man to mend.
No man can produce great things who is not thoroughly sincere in dealing with himself.
We are ready to try our fortunes
To the last man.
You are speaking before a man to whom all Naples is known.
"Young men," said Caesar, "hear an old man to whom old men hearkened when he was young."
Should such a man, too fond to rule alone,
Bear, like the Turk, no brother near the throne.
A man will turn over half a library to make one book.
For fate has wove the thread of life with pain,
And twins ev'n from the birth are misery and man!
A very unclubable man.
They shall sit every man under his vine and under his fig-tree.
To every man upon this earth
Death cometh soon or late;
And how can man die better
Than facing fearful odds
For the ashes of his fathers
And the temples of his gods?
God hath made man upright; but they have sought out many inventions.
How use doth breed a habit in a man!
The law is good, if a man use it lawfully.
A man used to vicissitudes is not easily dejected.
Vain is the help of man.
Eye Nature's walks, shoot folly as it flies,
And catch the manners living as they rise;
Laugh where we must, be candid where we can,
But vindicate the ways of God to man.
Machiavel says virtue and riches seldom settle on one man.
Virtuous and vicious every man must be,—
Few in the extreme, but all in the degree.
So shall thy poverty come as one that travelleth, and thy want as an armed man.
Man wants but little, nor that little long.
Man wants but little here below,
Nor wants that little long.
Ah, what a warning for a thoughtless man,
Could field or grove, could any spot of earth,
Show to his eye an image of the pangs
Which it hath witnessed,—render back an echo
Of the sad steps by which it hath been trod!
A poor, infirm, weak, and despised old man.
I weigh the man, not his title; 't is not the king's stamp can make the
metal better.—
A moral, sensible, and well-bred man
Will not affront me,—and no other can.
To be a well-favoured man is the gift of fortune; but to write and read comes by nature.
There's naught in this life sweet,
If man were wise to see 't,
But only melancholy;
O sweetest Melancholy!
This goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory; this most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire, why, it appears no other thing to me than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours. What a piece of work is a man! how noble in reason! how infinite in faculty! in form and moving how express and admirable! in action how like an angel! in apprehension how like a god!
What a strange thing is man! and what a stranger
Is woman!
When he is forsaken,
Wither'd and shaken,
What can an old man do but die?
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.
And all may do what has by man been done.
When I was a child, I spake as a child. . . . When I became a man, I put away childish things.
But whether on the scaffold high
Or in the battle's van,
The fittest place where man can die
Is where he dies for man!
Where lives the man that has not tried
How mirth can into folly glide,
And folly into sin!
The true light, which lighteth every man that cometh into the world.
While man is growing, life is in decrease;
And cradles rock us nearer to the tomb.
Our birth is nothing but our death begun.
A man who could make so vile a pun would not scruple to pick a pocket.
And he is oft the wisest man
Who is not wise at all.
Spintharus, speaking in commendation of Epaminondas, says he scarce ever met with any man who knew more and spoke less.
Of the king's creation you may be; but he who makes a count ne'er made a man.
That man may last, but never lives,
Who much receives, but nothing gives;
Whom none can love, whom none can thank,—
Creation's blot, creation's blank.
The man who smokes, thinks like a sage and acts like a Samaritan.
She commandeth her husband, in any equal matter, by constant obeying him.
If the man who turnips cries
Cry not when his father dies,
'T is a proof that he had rather
Have a turnip than his father.
In all the silent manliness of grief.
Let us hear the conclusion of the whole matter: Fear God, and keep his commandments; for this is the whole duty of man.
A man whose blood
Is very snow-broth; one who never feels
The wanton stings and motions of the sense.
Why should a man, whose blood is warm within,
Sit like his grandsire cut in alabaster?
Cease ye from man, whose breath is in his nostrils.
Happy the man whose wish and care
A few paternal acres bound.
No man ever became extremely wicked all at once.
Everything comes if a man will only wait.
An ill winde that bloweth no man to good.
Falstaff. What wind blew you hither, Pistol?
Pistol. Not the ill wind which blows no man to good.
The fool doth think he is wise, but the wise man knows himself to be a fool.
Seest thou a man wise in his own conceit? There is more hope of a fool than of him.
Wit and wisdom are born with a man.
And last of all an Admiral came,
A terrible man with a terrible name,—
A name which you all know by sight very well,
But which no one can speak, and no one can spell.
A noticeable man, with large gray eyes.
Breathes there the man with soul so dead
Who never to himself hath said,
This is my own, my native land!
Whose heart hath ne'er within him burn'd
As home his footsteps he hath turn'd
From wandering on a foreign strand?
If such there breathe, go, mark him well!
For him no minstrel raptures swell;
High though his titles, proud his name,
Boundless his wealth as wish can claim,—
Despite those titles, power, and pelf,
The wretch, concentred all in self,
Living, shall forfeit fair renown,
And, doubly dying, shall go down
To the vile dust from whence he sprung,
Unwept, unhonour'd, and unsung.
O, what may man within him hide,
Though angel on the outward side!
Cut is the branch that might have grown full straight,
And burnèd is Apollo's laurel bough,
That sometime grew within this learnèd man.
A stoic of the woods,—a man without a tear.
Worth makes the man, and want of it the fellow;
The rest is all but leather or prunello.
The time has been,
That when the brains were out the man would die,
And there an end; but now they rise again,
With twenty mortal murders on their crowns,
And push us from our stools.
Reading maketh a full man, conference a ready man, and writing an exact man.
It is a maxim with me that no man was ever written out of reputation but by himself.
When the good man yields his breath
(For the good man never dies).
Man-like is it to fall into sin,
Fiend-like is it to dwell therein;
Christ-like is it for sin to grieve,
God-like is it all sin to leave.
