Though equal to all things, for all things unfit;
Too nice for a statesman, too proud for a wit.
Hands, that the rod of empire might have swayed,
Or waited to ecstasy the living lyre.
Gray—Elegy in a Country Churchyard. St. 12.
He were n't no saint—but at jedgment
I'd run my chance with Jim.
'Longside of some pious gentlemen
That wouldn't shook hands with him.
He seen his duty, a dead-sure thing—
And went for it thar and then;
And Christ ain't a-going to be too hard
On a man that died for men.
John Hay—JimBludso.
Anyone must be mainly ignorant or thoughtless, who is surprised at everything he sees; or
wonderfully conceited who expects everything to
conform to his standard of propriety.
Hazlitt—Lectures on the English Comic Writers. On Wit and Humour.
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| text = Kein Talent, doch ein Charakter.
No talent, but yet a character.
Heine—Atta Troll. Caput 24.
O Dowglas, O Dowglas!
Tendir and trewe.
Sir Richard Holland—The Buke of the
Howlat. St. XXXI. First printed in appendix to Pinkerton's Collection of Scottish
Poems. III. P. 146. (Ed. 1792)
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| text = <poem>We must have a weak spot or two in a character before we can love it much. People that
do not laugh or cry, or take more of anything
than is good for them, or use anything but dictionary-words, are admirable subjects for biographies. But we don't care most for those flat
pattern flowers that press best in the herbarium.
Holmes—Professor at the Breakfast Table. Ch.
HI. Iris.
Whatever comes from the brain carries the
hue of the place it came from, and whatever
comes from the heart carries the heat and color
of its birthplace.
Holmes—Professor at the Breakfast Table. Ch.
VI.
In death a hero, as in life a friend!
Wise to resolve, and patient to perform.
Gentle of speech, beneficent of mind.
But he whose inborn worth his acts commend,
Of gentle soul, to human race a friend.
Integer vitae scelerisque purus
Non eget Mauris incidis neque arcu
Nee venenatis gravida sagittis
Fusee pharetra.
If whole in life, and free from sin,
Man needs no Moorish bow, nor dart
Nor quiver, carrying death within
By poison's art.
Horace—Carmina I. 22. 1. Gladstone's trans.
Paullum sepulta? distat inertiae
Celata virtus.
Excellence when concealed, differs but little
from buried worthlessness.
Horace—Carmina. IV. 9. 29.
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| text = Argilla quidvis imitaberis uda.
Thou canst mould him into any shape like
soft clay.
n. 2. 8.
A Soul of power, a well of lofty Thought
A chastened Hope that ever points to Heaven.
John Hunter—Sonnet. A Replication of
Rhymes.
He was worse than provincial—he was parochial.
Henry James, Jr.—Of Thoreau. A Critical
Life of Hawthorne.
If he does really think that there is no distinction between virtue and vice, why, Sir,
when he leaves our houses let us count our spoons.
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| text = <poem>Officious, innocent, sincere,
Of every friendless name the friend.
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Robert Level. St. 2.
The heart to conceive, the understanding to
direct, or the hand to execute.
Junius—City Address and the King's Answer.
Letter XXXVII. March 19, 1770.
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| text = <poem>Nemo repente venit turpissimus.
No one ever became thoroughly bad all at once.
Juvenal—Satires. II. 33.
He is truly great that is little in himself, and
that maketh no account of any height of honors.
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So walked he from his birth, In simpleness, and gentleness and honor And clean mirth. Kipling—Barrack Room Ballads. Dedication to Wolcott Balestier. (Adaptation of an earlier one.)
