The Contender |
"God's bodkin, man, much better: use every man after his desert, and who shall scape whipping? Use them after your own honor and dignity -- the less they deserve, the more merit is in your bounty? |
"So so" is good, very good, very excellent good; and yet it is not; it is but so so |
"Yea," quoth he, "dost thou fall upon thy face? Thou wilt fall backward when thou hast more wit |
'Tis all men's office to speak patience To those that wring under the load of sorrow; But no man's virtue nor sufficiency To be so moral when he shall endure The like himself |
'Tis best to weigh The enemy more mighty than he seems |
'Tis better to bear the ills we have than fly to others that we know not of |
'Tis but an hour ago since it was nine, And after one hour more 'twill be eleven; And so, from hour to hour, we ripe and ripe, And then, from hour to hour, we rot and rot; And thereby hangs a tale |
'Tis but the fate of place, and the rough brake that virtue must go through |
'Tis in ourselves that we are thus or thus |
'Tis mad idolatry to make the service greater than the god. |
'Tis not enough to help the feeble up, But to support him after |
'Tis not enough to help the feeble up, but to support them after. |
'Tis not many oaths - That makes the truth, But the plain single vow - That is vowed true |
'Tis not so deep as a well, nor so wide as a church-door; but 'tis enough,'twill serve |