They say, best men are moulded out of faults, And, for the most, become much more the better For being a little bad. -Measure for Measure. Act v. Sc. 1.

When they him spy, As wild geese that the creeping fowler eye, Or russet-pated choughs, many in sort, Rising and cawing at the gun's report, Sever themselves and madly sweep the sky; So at his sight away his fellows fly, And at our stamp here o'er and o'er one falls; He murder cries and help from Athens calls.

A partial world will list to my lays, While Anna reigns, and sets a female name Unrival'd in the glorious lists of fame.

The pretty Lark, climbing the Welkin cleer, Chaunts with a cheer, Heer peer-I neer my Deer; Then stooping thence Adieu adieu, deer Deer, adieu.

The studious class are their own victims; they are thin and pale, their feet are cold, their heads are hot, the night is without sleep, the day a fear of interruption,--pallor, squalor, hunger, and egotism. If you come near them and see what conceits they entertain--they are abstractionists, and spend their days and nights in dreaming some dream; in expecting the homage of society to some precious scheme built on a truth, but destitute of proportion in its presentment, of justness in its application, and of all energy of will in the schemer to embody and vitalize it.

The remedy is worse than the disease.

The most conservative persons I ever met are college undergraduates. The radicals are the men past middle life.

Better is a dinner of herbs where love is, than a stalled ox and hatred therewith.

He best can paint them who shall feel them most.

The days are too short even for love; how can there be enough time for quarreling?.

Let the rain kiss you. Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops. Let the rain sing you a lullaby.

The dream of reason produces monsters. Imagination deserted by reason creates impossible, useless thoughts. United with reason, imagination is the mother of all art and the source of all its beauty.

Grat talents are the most lovely and often the most dangerous fruits on the tree of humanity. They hang upon the most slender twigs that are easily snapped off.

Opinion has caused more trouble on this little earth than plagues or earthquakes.

A pint of sweat will save a gallon of blood.

For sufferance is the badge of all our tribe. -The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 3.

I invent nothing. I rediscover.

Cats and monkeys -- monkeys and cats -- all human life is there.

I think that I shall never see A poem lovely as a tree. - "Trees".

Now voe me I can zing on my business abrode: Though the storm do beat down on my poll, There's a wife brighten'd vire at the end of my road, An' her love, voe the jay o' my soul.