Dictionary of Quotations from Ancient and Modern, English and Foreign Sources. Rev. James Wood
will be disagreement in the house if the distaff holds the reins. Fr. Pr.
Brûler la chandelle par les deux bouts—To burn the candle at both ends. Fr.
Brute force holds communities together as an iron nail, if a little rusted with age, binds pieces of wood; but intelligence binds like a screw, which must be gently turned, not driven. Draper.
Brutum fulmen—A harmless thunderbolt. L. 50
Brutus, thou sleep'st; awake, and see thyself. Jul. Cæs., ii. 1.
Brutus will start a spirit as soon as Cæsar. Jul. Cæs., i. 2.
Bûche tortue fait bon feu—A crooked log makes a good fire. Fr. Pr.
Buen siglo haya quien dijó bolta—Blessings on him that said, Right about face! Sp. Pr.
Buey viejo sulco derecho—An old ox makes a 55 straight furrow. Sp. Pr.
Buffoonery is often want of wit. Bruyère.
Bullies are generally cowards. Pr.
Buon cavallo non ha bisogno di sproni—Don't spur a willing horse. It. Pr.
Burlaos con el loco en casa, burlará con vos en la plaza—Play with the fool in the house and he will play with you in the street. Sp. Pr.
Burnt bairns dread the fire. Sc. Pr. 60
Business dispatched is business well done, but business hurried is business ill done. Bulwer Lytton.
Busy readers are seldom good readers. Wieland.
But a bold peasantry, their country's pride, / When once destroyed, can never be supplied. Goldsmith.
But all was false and hollow; though his tongue / Dropp'd manna, and could make the worse appear / The better reason, to perplex and dash / Maturest counsels. Milton.
But by bad courses may be understood, / That their events can never fall out good. Rich. II., ii. 1.
But Cristes lore, and his apostles twelve, / He taught, but first he folwed it himselve. Chaucer.
But earthlier happy is the rose distilled, / Than 5 that which, withering on the virgin thorn, / Grows, lives, and dies in single blessedness. Mid. N's. Dream, i. 1.
But evil is wrought by want of thought / As well as want of heart. Hood.
But facts are chiels that winna ding, / An' douna be disputed. Burns.
But far more numerous was the herd of such / Who think too little and who talk too much. Dryden.
But for women, our life would be without help at the outset, without pleasure in its course, and without consolation at the end. Jouy.
But from the heart of Nature rolled / The burdens 10 of the Bible old. Emerson.
But human bodies are sic fools, / For a' their colleges and schools, / That, when nae real ills perplex them, / They make enow themsels to vex them. Burns.
But hushed be every thought that springs / From out the bitterness of things. Wordsworth.
But I am constant as the northern star, / Of whose true-fixed and resting quality, / There is no fellow in the firmament. Jul. Cæs., iii. 1.
But I will wear my heart upon my sleeve / For daws to peck at. Othello, i. 1.
But man, proud man, / Drest in a little brief 15 authority, / Most ignorant of what he's most assured, / His glassy essence—like an angry ape, / Plays such fantastic tricks before high Heaven / As make the angels weep. Meas. for Meas., ii. 2.
But men may construe things after their fashion, clean from the purpose of the things themselves. Jul. Cæs., i. 3.
But men must work, and women must weep, / Though storms be sudden and waters deep, / And the harbour bar be moaning. C. Kingsley.
But mercy is above this sceptred sway; / It is enthroned in the hearts of kings, / It is an attribute to God Himself, / And earthly power doth then show likest God's / When mercy seasons justice. Mer. of Ven., iv. 1.
But now our fates from unmomentous things / May rise like rivers out of little springs. Campbell.
But O for the touch of a vanish'd hand, / And 20 the sound of a voice that is still. Tennyson.
But O what damned minutes tells he o'er, / Who dotes, yet doubts; suspects, yet strongly loves? Othello, iii. 3.
But pleasures are like poppies spread, / You seize the flower, its bloom is shed; / Or, like the snowfall on the river, / A moment white—then melts for ever. Burns.
But Shakespeare's magic could not copied be; / Within that circle none durst walk but he. Dryden.
But shapes that come not at an earthly call, / Will not depart when mortal voices bid. Wordsworth.
But souls that of His own good life partake, / 25 He loves as His own self; dear as His eye / They are to Him; He'll never them forsake; / When they shall die, then God Himself shall die: / They live, they live in blest eternity. H. More.
But spite of all the criticising elves, / Those that would make us feel, must feel themselves. Churchill.
But there are wanderers o'er eternity, / Whose bark drives on and on, and anchor'd ne'er shall be. Byron.
But there's nothing half so sweet in life / As love's young dream. Moore.
But thought's the slave of life, and life time's fool; / And time, that takes survey of all the world, / Must have a stop. 1 Henry IV., v. 4.
But to see her was to love her—love but her, 30 and love for ever. Burns.
But truths on which depend our main concern, / That 'tis our shame and misery not to learn, / Shine by the side of every path we tread, / With such a lustre, he that runs may read. Cowper.
But war's a game which, were their subjects wise, / Kings would not play at. Cowper.
But were I Brutus, / And Brutus Antony, there were an Antony / Would ruffle up your spirits, and put a tongue / In every wound of Cæsar, that should move / The stones of Rome to rise and mutiny. Jul. Cæs., iii. 2.
But what fate does, let fate answer for. Sheridan.
But whether on the scaffold high, / Or in the 35 battle's van, / The fittest place where man can die / Is where he dies for man. M. J. Barry.
But who would force the soul, tilts with a straw / Against a champion cased in adamant. Wordsworth.
But winter lingering chills the lap of May. Goldsmith.
But words are things, and a small drop of ink, / Falling, like dew, upon a thought, produces / That which makes thousands, perhaps millions, think. Byron.
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