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DIFFICULTIES
DIMPLES
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Or stars of morning, dew-drops which the sun
Impearls on every leaf and every flower.

MiltonParadise Lost. Bk. V. L. 746.


I must go seek some dewdrops here,
And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear.
Midsummer Night's Dream. Act II. Sc. 1.
L. 14.


And every dew-drop paints a bow.
 | author = Tennyson
 | work = In Memoriam. Pt. CXXII.


DIFFICULTIES

(See also Impossibility)

Die grossten Schwierigkeiten Iiegen da, wo wir
sie nicht suchen.
The greatest difficulties lie where we are not
looking for them.
Goethe—Spriiche in Prosa. P. 236.


Nil agit exemplum, litem quod lite resolvit.
The illustration which solves one difficulty
by raising another, settles nothing.
Horace—Satires. II. 3. 103.


Many things difficult to design prove easy to
performance.
 | author = Samuel Johnson
 | work = Rassehs. Ch. XIII.


Blind guides, which strain at a gnat, and
swallow a camel.
Matthew. XXIII. 24.
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 | num = 5
 | text = So he with difficulty and labor hard
Mov'd on, with difficulty and labor he.
 | author = Milton
 | work = Paradise Lost.
 | place = Bk. II. L. 1021.


Ardua molimur; sed nulla nisi ardua virtus.
I attempt a difficult work; but there is no
excellence without difficulty.
Ovid—Ars Amatoria. II. 537.


Men might as well have hunted an hare with a tabre.
Richard the Redeles (1399)


It is as hard to come as for a camel
To thread the postern of a small needle's eye.
Richard II. Act V. Sc. 5. L. 16.


Nil tam difficile quin quaerendo investigari
Nothing is so difficult but that it may be
found outby seeking.
Terence—Heauton timoroumenos. IV. 2. 8.
 | author = Herrick
 | work = Hesperides. No. 1009. Seek and
Find.


Nulla est tam facilis res, quin difficilis siet,
Quum invitus facias.
There is nothing so easy in itself but grows
difficult when it is performed against one's will.
Terence—Heaulon timoroumenos. IV. 6. 1.


There is such a choice of difficulties, that I
own myself at a loss how to determine.
James Wolfe—Dispatch to PiM % Sept. 2, 1759.
DIGNITY
 
Remember this,—that there is a proper dignity and proportion to be observed in the performance of every act of life.
Marcus Aurelius—Meditations. IV. 32.
Otium cum dignitate.
Ease with dignity.
Cicero—Oratio Pro Public Sextio.
XLV.
 The dignity of truth is lost
With much protesting.
Ben Jonson—Catiline. Act III. Sc. 2.
is * * * With grave
Aspect he rose, and in his rising seem'd
A pillar of state; deep on his front engraven
Deliberation sat, and public care;
And princely counsel in his face yet shone
Majestic, though in ruin: sage he stood,
With Atlantean shoulders, fit to bear
The weight of mightiest monarchies; his look
Drew audience and attention still as night
Or summer's noontide air.
 | author = Milton
 | work = Paradise Lost.
 | place = Bk. II. L. 300.


We have exchanged the Washingtonian dignity for the Jeffersonian simplicity, which was
in truth only another name for the Jeffersonian
vulgarity.
Bishop Henry C. Potter—Address at the
Washington Centennial Service. New York,
April 30, 1889.


Facilius crescit dignitas quam incipit.
Dignity increases more easily than it begins.
Seneca—Epistohe Ad LucUium. CI.


But clay and clay differs in dignity,
Whose dust is both alike.
Cymbeline. Act rV. Sc. 2. L. 6.
 Let none presume
To wear an undeserved dignity.
Merchant of Venice. Act II. Se. 9. L. 39.


True dignity abides with him alone
Who, in the silent hour of inward thought,
Can still suspect, and still revere himself,
In lowliness of heart.
Wordsworth—Lines left upon a seat in a
Yew Tree. Same idea in BeattieMinstrel. II. St. 12.


Revere thyself, and yet thyself despise.
Young—Night Thoughts. VI. 128.


DIMPLES
Then did she lift her hands unto his chin,
And praised the pretty dimpling of his skin.
Beaumont—Satoacis and Hermaphroditus. L.
661.


In each cheek appears a pretty dimple;
Love made those hollows; if himself were slain,
He might be buried in a tomb so simple;
Foreknowing well, if there he came to lie,
Why, there Love lived and there he could not die.
Venus and Adonis. L. 242.