But if there be an hereafter, And that there is, conscience, uninfluenc'd And suffer'd to speak out, tells every man, Then must it be an awful thing to die; More horrid yet to die by one's own hand. Blair
But if you swear by that that is not, you are not forsworn; no more was this knight, swearing by his honor, for he never had any. Shakespeare
But if, as morning rises, dreams are true. Dante
But if, indeed, there be a nobler life in us than in these strangely moving atoms; if, indeed, there is an eternal difference between the fire which inhabits them, and that which animates us, - it must be shown, by each of us in his appointed place, not merely in the patience, but in the activity of our hope, not merely by our desire, but our labor, for the time when the dust of the generations of men shall be confirmed for foundations of the gates of the city of God. Ruskin
But ill proves the honour and beauty of an action by its utility. Michel De Montaigne
But in deede, John Heywood, (1497??1580?), A friend is never knowne till a man have neede. John Heywood, (1497??1580?), Proverbes. Part i. Chap. xi.
But in his duty prompt at every call, He watch'd and wept, he pray'd and felt for all. Goldsmith
But in their stead Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honor, breath, Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not. SHAKESPEARE: Macbeth, Act v., Sc. 3.
But infinite in pardon is my Judge. Milton
But it is not enough that our education does not spoil us. Michel De Montaigne
But it is not reason that governs love. Molière
But it was in making education not only common to all, but in some sense compulsory on all, that the destiny of the free republics of America was practically settled. Lowell
But jest apart what virtue canst thou trace In that broad brim that hides thy sober face? Does that long-skirted drab, that over-nice And formal clothing, prove a scorn of vice? Then for thine accent - what in sound can be So void of grace as dull monotony? Crabbe
But know that thou must render up the dead, And with high interest too! they are not thine But only in thy keeping for a season, Till the great promis'd day of restitution; When loud diffusive sound of brazen trump Of strong-lung'd cherub shall alarm thy captives, And rouse the long, long sleepers into life, Daylight and liberty. Blair
But let the good old corn adorn The hills our fathers trod; Still let us, for His golden corn, Send up our thanks to God! Whittier
But light as any wind that blows So fleetly did she stir, The flower, she touch'd on, dipt and rose, And turned to look at her. Tennyson
But little do men perceive what solitude is, and how far it extendeth. For a crowd is not company; and faces are but a gallery of pictures; and talk but a tinkling cymbal, where there is no love. Bacon
But look! Amazement on thy mother sits; O step between her and her fighting soul: Conceit in weakest bodies strongest works. SHAKESPEARE: Hamlet, Act iii., Sc. 4.
But love is blind, and lovers cannot see The pretty follies that themselves commit. Shakespeare
But man, proud man, Drest in a little brief authority, Most ignorant of what he's most assur'd, - His glassy essence, - like an angry ape, Plays such fantastic tricks before high heaven, As make the angels weep. Shakespeare
But many a crime deemed innocent on earth Is registered in Heaven; and these no doubt Have each their record, with a curse annexed. The Task, Bk. VI, W. COWPER.
But may not truth in laughing guise be dressed?.
But me no buts. Henry Fielding, Rape upon Rape, Act II, scene 2
But me, not destined such delights to share, My prime of life in wandering spent and care; Impell'd, with steps unceasing, to pursue Some fleeting good, that mocks me with the view That, like the circle bounding earth and skies, Allures from far, yet, as I follow, flies; My fortune leads to traverse realms alone, And find no spot of all the world my own. Goldsmith
But midst the crowd, the hum, the shock of men, To hear, to see, to feel, and to possess, And roam along, the world's tired denizen, With none who bless us, none whom we can bless: Minions of splendor shrinking from distress! None that, with kindred consciousness endued, If we were not, would seem to smile the less, Of all that flatter'd, follow'd, sought and sued; This is to be alone; this, this is solitude! Byron
But nature, with a matchless hand, sends forth her nobly born, And laughs the paltry attributes of wealth and rank to scorn; She moulds with care a spirit rare, half human, half divine, And cries, exulting, 'Who can make a gentleman like mine?' Eliza Cook
But ne'er the rose without the thorn. Herrick
But noble souls, through dust and heat, Rise from disaster and defeat The stronger. Longfellow
But nobody but has his fault.
But nobody but has his fault. William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Die lustigen Weiber von Windsor I, 4
But nothing is more estimable than a physician who, having studied nature from his youth, knows the properties of the human body, the diseases which assail it, the remedies which will benefit it, exercises his art with caution, and pays equal attention to the rich and the poor. Voltaire
But now I am cabined, cribbed, confined, bound in
But now I was a rich man, three things have left me bare; dice, wine, and women, these three have made me poor.
But now is Christ risen from the dead, and become the first fruits of them that slept. Bible
But now so wise and wary was the knight By trial of his former harms and cares, That he descry'd and shunned still his slight; The fish, that once was caught, new bait will hardly bite. Spenser
But now the clouds in airy tumult fly; The sun, emerging, opes an azure sky; A fresher green the smiling leaves display, And glittering as they tremble, cheer the day. Parnell
But O for the touch of a vanished hand, and the sound of a voice that is still! Tennyson
But O ye lords of ladies intellectual, Inform us truly, have they not henpecked you all? Byron
But O! for the touch of a vanish'd hand, And the sound of a voice that is still! Tennyson
But O, she dances such a way! No sun upon an Easter-day, Is half so fine a sight. Suckling
But old folks, many feign as they were dead?
But one egg, and that addled.
But one Puritan amongst them, and he sings psalms to hornpipes. Shakespeare
But our captain counts the image of God, nevertheless, His image - cut in ebony as if done in ivory; and in the blackest Moors he sees the representation of the King of heaven. Thomas Fuller
But passion raves herself to rest, or flies; And vice, that digs her own voluptuous tomb Had buried long his hopes, no more to rise: Pleasure's pall'd victim! life-abhorring gloom Wrote on his faded brow curst Cain's unresting doom. Byron
But pleasures are like poppies spread: You seize the flower, - its bloom is shed. Robert Burns
But pleasures are like poppies spread; you seize the flower, its bloom is shed! Burns
But poverty, with most who whimper forth Their long complaints, is self-inflicted woe; The effect of laziness, or sottish waste. Cowper
But quiet to quick bosoms is a hell. Byron
But sad as angels for the good man's sin, Weep to record, and blush to give it in. The Pleasures of Hope, Pt. II, T. CAMPBELL.