Careful Words

self (n.)

self (v.)

self (adv.)

self (adj.)

Love took up the harp of Life, and smote on all the chords with might;

Smote the chord of Self, that, trembling, pass'd in music out of sight.

Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892): Locksley Hall. Line 33.

None are so desolate but something dear,

Dearer than self, possesses or possess'd

A thought, and claims the homage of a tear.

Lord Byron 1788-1824: Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto ii. Stanza 24.

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.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 3.

Plays round the head, but comes not to the heart.

One self-approving hour whole years outweighs

Of stupid starers and of loud huzzas;

And more true joy Marcellus exil'd feels

Than Caesar with a senate at his heels.

In parts superior what advantage lies?

Tell (for you can) what is it to be wise?

'T is but to know how little can be known;

To see all others' faults, and feel our own.

Alexander Pope (1688-1744): Essay on Man. Epistle iv. Line 254.

There is a luxury in self-dispraise;

And inward self-disparagement affords

To meditative spleen a grateful feast.

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

There is a luxury in self-dispraise;

And inward self-disparagement affords

To meditative spleen a grateful feast.

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

Oft times nothing profits more

Than self-esteem, grounded on just and right

Well manag'd.

John Milton (1608-1674): Paradise Lost. Book viii. Line 571.

  We hold these truths to be self-evident,—that all men are created equal; that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable rights; that among these are life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.

Thomas Jefferson (1743-1826): Declaration of Independence.

  The premises being thus settled, I proceed to observe that the concatenation of self-existence, proceeding in a reciprocal duplicate ratio, naturally produces a problematical dialogism, which in some measure proves that the essence of spirituality may be referred to the second predicable.

Oliver Goldsmith (1728-1774): Vicar of Wakefield. Chap. vii.

Self-reverence, self-knowledge, self-control,—

These three alone lead life to sovereign power.

Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892): oenone.

Self-love, my liege, is not so vile a sin

As self-neglecting.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): King Henry V. Act ii. Sc. 4.

  Everybody likes and respects self-made men. It is a great deal better to be made in that way than not to be made at all.

Oliver Wendell Holmes (1809-1894): The Autocrat of the Breakfast-Table. i.

Anger is like

A full-hot horse, who being allow'd his way,

Self-mettle tires him.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): King Henry VIII. Act i. Sc. 1.

Self-love, my liege, is not so vile a sin

As self-neglecting.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): King Henry V. Act ii. Sc. 4.

  They say that the first inclination which an animal has is to protect itself.

Diogenes Laertius (Circa 200 a d): Zeno. lii.

  Discontent is the want of self-reliance: it is infirmity of will.

Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803-1882): Essays. First Series. Self-Reliance.

Men who can hear the Decalogue, and feel

No self-reproach.

William Wordsworth (1770-1850): The Old Cumberland Beggar.

  Never esteem anything as of advantage to thee that shall make thee break thy word or lose thy self-respect.

Marcus Aurelius Antoninus (121-180 a d): Meditations. iii. 7.

Self-reverence, self-knowledge, self-control,—

These three alone lead life to sovereign power.

Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892): oenone.

Give unto me, made lowly wise,

The spirit of self-sacrifice;

The confidence of reason give,

And in the light of truth thy bondman let me live!

William Wordsworth (1770-1850): Ode to Duty.

O, that this too too solid flesh would melt,

Thaw and resolve itself into a dew!

Or that the Everlasting had not fix'd

His canon 'gainst self-slaughter! O God! God!

How weary, stale, flat and unprofitable

Seem to me all the uses of this world!

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

For dear to gods and men is sacred song.

Self-taught I sing; by Heaven, and Heaven alone,

The genuine seeds of poesy are sown.

Alexander Pope (1688-1744): The Odyssey of Homer. Book xxii. Line 382.