“Weep not, my wanton, smile upon my knee;
When thou art old there’s grief enough for thee.”
Robert Greene (dramatist) (1558–1592) English author
"Sephestia's Song to her Child", line 1, from Menaphon (1589); Dyce p. 286.
Source: L'Allegro (1631), Line 25
“Weep not, my wanton, smile upon my knee;
When thou art old there’s grief enough for thee.”
Robert Greene (dramatist) (1558–1592) English author
"Sephestia's Song to her Child", line 1, from Menaphon (1589); Dyce p. 286.
“The resurrection is
In spirit done in thee,
As soon as thou from all
Thy sins hast set thee free.”
Angelus Silesius (1624–1677) German writer
The Cherubinic Wanderer
Henry Francis Lyte (1793–1847) Anglican priest, hymn-writer and poet
Source: Dictionary of Burning Words of Brilliant Writers (1895), P. 5.
“O maid, while youth is with the rose and thee,
Pluck thou the rose: life is as swift for thee.”
Collige, virgo, rosas, dum flos novus et nova pubes,<br/>et memor esto aevum sic properare tuum.
Ausonius (310–395) poet
Collige, virgo, rosas, dum flos novus et nova pubes,
et memor esto aevum sic properare tuum.
"De Rosis Nascentibus", line 49; translation from Helen Waddell Mediaeval Latin Lyrics ([1929] 1943) p. 29.
Joseph Addison (1672–1719) politician, writer and playwright
Spectator, No. 68.
Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919)
“Milk the ewe that thou hast, why pursue the thing that shuns thee?”
Theocritus ancient greek poet
Idyll 11, line 75; translation by Andrew Lang, from Theocritus, Bion and Moschus Rendered into English Prose ([1880] 1901) p. 63.
Idylls
William Ellery Channing (1780–1842) United States Unitarian clergyman
Source: Dictionary of Burning Words of Brilliant Writers (1895), p. 85
“Thou hast made us for Thyself, and the heart never resteth till it findeth rest in Thee.”
Aurelius Augustinus (354–430) early Christian theologian and philosopher
Source: Dictionary of Burning Words of Brilliant Writers (1895), p. 515
Walter Raleigh (1554–1618) English aristocrat, writer, poet, soldier, courtier, spy, and explorer
The Lie (1608).
Elizabeth Barrett Browning book Sonnets from the Portuguese
No. LXIII
Sonnets from the Portuguese (1850)
Context: How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of everyday's
Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints,—I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life! —and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.