quote by Joseph Hall

Moderation is the silken string running through the pearl chain of all virtues.

— Joseph Hall

Bumbling Silken quotations

Let honesty be as the breath of thy soul;

then shalt thou reach the point of happiness, and independence shall be thy shield and buckler, thy helmet and crown; then shall thy soul walk upright, nor stoop to the silken wretch because he hath riches, nor pocket an abuse because the hand which offers it wears a ring set with diamonds.

A spider lives inside my head Who weaves a strange and wondrous web Of silken threads and silver strings To catch all sorts of flying things, Like crumbs of thoughts and bits of smiles And specks of dried-up tears, And dust of dreams that catch and cling For years and years and years...

Come live with me, and be my love,And we will some new pleasures proveOf golden sands, and crystal brooks,With silken lines, and silver hooks.

History is only the pattern of silken slippers descending the stairs to the thunder of hobnailed boots climbing upward from below.

Young women with ambitions should be very crafty and cautious, lest mayhap they be caught in the soft, silken mesh of a happy marriage, and go down to oblivion, dead to the world.

Experience is never limited, and it is never complete;

it is an immense sensibility, a kind of huge spider-web of the finest silken threads suspended in the chamber of consciousness, and catching every air-borne particle in its tissue.

There is nothing holier in this life of ours than the first consciousness of love, the first fluttering of its silken wings.

Sensory perception is the silken web that binds our separate nervous systems into the encompassing ecosystem.

You think that I am impoverishing myself withdrawing from men, but in my solitude I have woven for myself a silken web or chrysalis, and, nymph-like, shall ere long burst forth a more perfect creature, fitted for a higher society.

History is filled with the sound of silken slippers going downstairs and wooden shoes coming up.

I have a need of silence and of stars.

Too much is said too loudly. I am dazed. The silken sound of whirled infinity Is lost in voices shouting to be heard.

Her lips were like the soft beauty of a delicately designed silken scarf.

When April winds Grew soft, the maple burst into a flush Of scarlet flowers.

The tulip tree, high up, Opened in airs of June her multitude Of golden chalices to humming-birds And silken-wing'd insects of the sky.

My mother, she killed me, My father, he ate me, My sister Marlene, Gathered all my bones, Tied them in a silken scarf, Laid them beneath the juniper tree, Tweet, tweet, what a beautiful bird am I.

loosely bound By countless silken ties of love and thought To everything on earth the compass round

I had a dove and the sweet dove died;

And I have thought it died of grieving: O, what could it grieve for? Its feet were tied, With a silken thread of my own hands' weaving.

Taffeta phrases, silken terms precise, Three-piled hyperboles, spruce affection, Figures pedantical--these summer flies Have blown me full of maggot ostentation.

But there is no such man; for, brother, men Can counsel and speak comfort to that grief Which they themselves not feel; but, tasting it, Their counsel turns to passion, which before Would give preceptial medicine to rage, Fetter strong madness in a silken thread, Charm ache with air and agony with words.

The golden beams of truth and the silken cords of love, twisted together, will draw men on with a sweet violence, whether they will or not.

When our souls shall leave this dwelling, the glory of one fair and virtuous action is above all the 'scutcheons on our tomb, or silken banners over us.

Luxury and dissipation, soft and gentle as their approaches are, and silently as they throw their silken chains about the heart, enslave it more than the most active and turbulent vices

The silken rush of woodland waters and the scoured shapes of the desert - these and countless other treasures we owe to those farsighted enough to have preserved the public lands that make up our inheritance.

With six small diamonds for his eyes He walks upon the summer skies, Drawing from his silken blouse The lacework of his dwelling house.

love is a hawk with velvet claws love is a rock with heart and veins love is a lion with satin jaws love is a storm with silken reins

Mostly, what I have learned so far about aging, despite the creakiness of one's bones and cragginess of one's once-silken skin, is this: Do it. By all means, do it.

Now all the youth of England are on fire, And silken dalliance in the wardrobe lies; Now thrive the armorers, and honor's thought Reigns solely in the breast of every man.

On how the motion of a planet defines its sphere: .

.. and thus it comes about gradually by the linking and accumulation of a great many revolutions that a kind of concave sphere is displayed, having the same center as the Sun, just as by a great many circles of silken thread, linked with each other and wound together, the dwelling of a silkworm is made.

Happy the Man, who void of Cares and Strife, In Silken, or in Leathern Purse retains A Splendid Shilling: He nor hears with Pain New Oysters cry'd, nor sighs for chearful Ale

Let brisker youths their active nerves prepare Fit their light silken wings and skim the buxom air.

How many threadbare souls are to be found under silken cloaks and gowns!

O fairest flower! no sooner blown but blasted, Soft silken primrose fading timelessly.

The foolish think the Eagle weak, and easy to bring to heel.

The Eagle's wings are silken, but its claws are made of steel.

I do not believe that any man can preach the gospel who does not preach the Law.

The Law is the needle, and you cannot draw the silken thread of the gospel through a man’s heart unless you first send the needle of the Law to make way for it.

What birds were they? (...) He listened to the cries: like the squeak of mice be- hind the wainscot : a shrill twofold note. But the notes were long and shrill and whirring, unlike the cry of vermin, falling a third or a fourth and trilled as the flying beaks clove the air. Their cry was shrill and clear and fine and falling like threads of silken light unwound from whirring spools.

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