Love comforteth like sunshine after rain, But Lust's effect is tempest after sun; Love's gentle spring doth always fresh remain, Lust's winter comes ere summer half be done; Love surfeits not, Lust like a glutton dies; Love is all truth, Lust full of forged lies.
— William Shakespeare
Empowering Doth quotations
Light, seeking light, doth light of light beguile
By all means sometimes be alone; salute thyself; see what thy soul doth wear; dare to look in thy chest; and tumble up and down what thou findest there.
Nothing doth more hurt in a state than that cunning men pass for wise.
False face must hide what the false heart doth know.
Therefore the love which us doth bind, But fate so enviously debars, Is the conjunction of the mind, And opposition of the stars.
It is an undoubted truth that every doctrine that comes from God, leads to God;
and that which doth not tend to promote holiness is not of God.
These eyes, tho' clear To outward view of blemish or of spot, Bereft of light, their seeing have forgot, Nor to their idle orbs doth sight appear Of sun, or moon, or star, throughout the year, Or man, or woman. Yet I argue not Against Heaven's hand or will, not bate a jot Of heart or hope; but still bear up and steer Right onward.
Speak not, move not, but listen, the sky is full of gold.
No ripple on the river, no stir in field or fold, All gleams but naught doth glisten, but the far-off unseen sea. Forget days past, heart broken, put all memory by! No grief on the green hillside, no pity in the sky, Joy that may not be spoken fills mead and flower and tree.
Wherever the Catholic sun doth shine, There’s always laughter and good red wine. At least I’ve always found it so. Benedicamus Domino!
Love moderately; long love doth so; too swift arrives as tardy as too slow.
In time the savage bull doth bear the yoke.
Gives not the hawthorn bush a sweeter shade To shepherds, looking on their silly sheep, Than doth a rich embroider'd canopy To kings that fear their subjects treachery?
Seamen three! what men be ye? Gotham's three Wise Men we be.
Whither in your bowl so free? To rake the moon from out the sea. The bowl goes trim. The moon doth shine, And our ballast is old wine.
And the will therein lieth, which dieth not.
Who knoweth the mysteries of the will, with its vigor? For God is but a great will pervading all things by nature of its intentness, Man doth not yield himself to the angels, nor unto death utterly, save only through the weakness of his feeble will.
Love is the fart Of every heart It pains the man when 'tis kept close, And others doth offend, when 'tis let loose.
When we consider the being and substance of that universe in which we are immutably set, we shall discover that neither we ourselves nor any substance doth suffer death. For nothing is in fact diminished in its substance, but all things, wandering through infinite space, undergo change of aspect.
Nothing can be more consoling to the man of God, than the conviction that the Lord who made the world governs the world; and that every event, great and small, prosperous and adverse, is under the absolute disposal of Him who doth all things well, and who regulates all things for the good of his people.
As one sits here in summertime and listens to the cuckoo and all the other bird songs, the crackling and buzzing of insects, as one gazes at the shining colors of flowers, doth one become dumbstruck before the Kingdom of the Creator.
And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave, O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave.
As a moth gnaws a garment, so doth envy consume a man.
... God cometh sometimes unto the soul when it hath neither called, nor prayed unto, nor summoned Him. And He doth instil into the soul a fire and a love and a sweetness not customary, wherein it doth greatly delight and rejoice ... Thus doth the soul feel that God is mingled with it and hath made companionship with it.
The Falcon and the Dove sit there together, And th 'one of them doth prune the others feather.
Affliction doth not rise out of the dust or come to men by chance;
but it is the Lord that sends it, and we should own and reverence His hand in it.
What is honour? a word. What is in that word honour? what is that honour? air. A trim reckoning! Who hath it? he that died o' Wednesday. Doth he feel it? no. Doth he hear it? no.
I wasted time, and now doth time waste me.
He that uses many words for explaining any subject, doth, like the cuttlefish, hide himself for the most part in his own ink.
Justice, voiceless, unseen, seeth thee when thou sleepest and when thou goest forth and when thou liest down. Continually doth she attend thee, now aslant thy course, now at a later time. These lines are from a section of doubtful or spurious fragments.
As the sea-crab swimmeth always against the stream, so doth wit always against wisdom.
Whose heart doth hold the Christmas glow Hath little need of Mistletoe;
Who bears a smiling grace of mien Need waste no time on wreaths of green; Whose lips have words of comfort spread Needs not the holly-berries red— His very presence scatters wide The spirit of the Christmastide.
Nothing of him that doth fade But doth suffer a sea-change Into something rich and strange
Treason doth never prosper. What's the reason? Why, when it prospers, none dare call it treason.
From heav'nly thoughts all true delight doth spring.
The river Rhine, it is well known, Doth wash your city of Cologne;
But tell me, nymphs! what power divine Shall henceforth wash the river Rhine?