But Hudibras gave him a twitch

As quick as lightning in the breech,

Just in the place where honour's lodg'd,

As wise philosophers have judg'd;

Because a kick in that part more

Hurts honour than deep wounds before.

Samuel Butler (1600-1680): Hudibras. Part ii. Canto iii. Line 1065.

Honour and shame from no condition rise;

Act well your part, there all the honour lies.

Alexander Pope (1688-1744): Essay on Man. Epistle iv. Line 193.

So have I heard, and do in part believe it.

But, look, the morn, in russet mantle clad,

Walks o'er the dew of yon high eastward hill.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 1.

In the elder days of Art,

Builders wrought with greatest care

Each minute and unseen part;

For the gods see everywhere.

Henry W Longfellow (1807-1882): The Builders.

I hold the world but as the world, Gratiano,—

A stage, where every man must play a part;

And mine a sad one.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 1.

But, for my own part, it was Greek to me.

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

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.

To know, to esteem, to love, and then to part,

Makes up life's tale to many a feeling heart!

Samuel Taylor Coleridge (1772-1834): On taking Leave of ——, 1817.

Andromache! my soul's far better part.

Alexander Pope (1688-1744): The Iliad of Homer. Book vi. Line 624.

But in the way of bargain, mark ye me,

I 'll cavil on the ninth part of a hair.

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

I am a part of all that I have met.

Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892): Ulysses.

All is concentr'd in a life intense,

Where not a beam, nor air, nor leaf is lost,

But hath a part of being.

Lord Byron 1788-1824: Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto iii. Stanza 89.

She was a form of life and light

That seen, became a part of sight,

And rose, where'er I turn'd mine eye,

The morning-star of memory!

Yes, love indeed is light from heaven;

A spark of that immortal fire

With angels shared, by Alla given,

To lift from earth our low desire.

Lord Byron 1788-1824: The Giaour. Line 1127.

The better part of valour is discretion.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): King Henry IV. Part I. Act v. Sc. 4.

It seems the part of wisdom.

William Cowper (1731-1800): The Task. Book iv. The Winter Evening. Line 336.

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.

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

He gave his honours to the world again,

His blessed part to heaven, and slept in peace.

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

Spirits that live throughout,

Vital in every part, not as frail man,

In entrails, heart or head, liver or reins,

Cannot but by annihilating die.

John Milton (1608-1674): Paradise Lost. Book vi. Line 345.