Careful Words

pen (n.)

pen (v.)

pen (adj.)

  As the old hermit of Prague, that never saw pen and ink, very wittily said to a niece of King Gorboduc, That that is, is.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Twelfth Night. Act iv. Sc. 2.

  Tom Birch is as brisk as a bee in conversation; but no sooner does he take a pen in his hand than it becomes a torpedo to him, and benumbs all his faculties.

Samuel Johnson (1709-1784): Life of Johnson (Boswell). Vol. i. Chap. vii. 1743.

  Devise, wit; write, pen; for I am for whole volumes in folio.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Love's Labour's Lost. Act i. Sc. 2.

I 'll make thee glorious by my pen,

And famous by my sword.

Marquis Of Montrose (1612-1650): My Dear and only Love.

I 'll make thee glorious by my pen,

And famous by my sword.

Marquis Of Montrose (1612-1650): My Dear and only Love.

  Of Dr. Goldsmith he said, "No man was more foolish when he had not a pen in his hand, or more wise when he had."

Samuel Johnson (1709-1784): Life of Johnson (Boswell). Vol. vii. Chap. x.

  The pen is the tongue of the mind.

Miguel De Cervantes (1547-1616): Don Quixote. Part ii. Chap. xvi.

Beneath the rule of men entirely great,

The pen is mightier than the sword.

Edward Bulwer Lytton (1805-1873): Richelieu. Act ii. Sc. 2.

  His nose was as sharp as a pen, and a' babbled of green fields.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): King Henry V. Act ii. Sc. 3.

  My tongue is the pen of a ready writer.

Old Testament: Psalm xlv. 1.

  Written with a pen of iron, and with the point of a diamond.

Old Testament: Jeremiah xvii. 1.

The lunatic, the lover, and the poet

Are of imagination all compact:

One sees more devils than vast hell can hold,

That is, the madman: the lover, all as frantic,

Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt:

The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling,

Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven;

And as imagination bodies forth

The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen

Turns them to shapes, and gives to airy nothing

A local habitation and a name.

Such tricks hath strong imagination,

That if it would but apprehend some joy,

It comprehends some bringer of that joy;

Or in the night, imagining some fear,

How easy is a bush supposed a bear!

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

This dull product of a scoffer's pen.

William Wordsworth (1770-1850): The Excursion. Book ii.

Your monument shall be my gentle verse,

Which eyes not yet created shall o'er-read,

And tongues to be your being shall rehearse

When all the breathers of this world are dead;

You still shall live—such virtue hath my pen—

Where breath most breathes, even in the mouths of men.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Sonnet lxxxi.

The feather, whence the pen

Was shaped that traced the lives of these good men,

Dropped from an angel's wing.

William Wordsworth (1770-1850): Ecclesiastical Sonnets. Part iii. v. Walton's Book of Lives.

  Hinc quam sic calamus saevior ense, patet. The pen worse than the sword.

Robert Burton (1576-1640): Anatomy of Melancholy. Part i. Sect. 2, Memb. 4, Subsect. 4.