WORDS WORK
The arts Babblative and Scriblative. Southet—Colloquies. </poem>
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The artillery of words.
Swift—Ode to Sancroft. L. 13.
But from sharp words and wits men pluck no
fruit;
And gathering thorns they shake the tree at
root;
For words divide and rend,
But silence is most noble till the end.
Swinburne—Atalanta.
I have not skill
From such a sharp and waspish word as "No"
To pluck the sting.
Henry Taylor—Philip Van Artevelde. Act
I. Sc. 2.
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| text = I sometimes hold it half a sin
To put in words the grief I feel;
For words, like Nature, half reveal
And half conceal the Soul within.
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In words, like weeds, I'll wrap me o'er,
Like coarsest clothes against the cold;
But that large grief which these enfold
Is given in outline and no more.
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Dictum sapienti sat est.
A word to the wise is sufficient.
Terence—Phormio. III. 3. 8. Plautus—
Persa. Act IV. Sc. 7. Generally quoted
"verbum sapienti satis est."
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shone over his face, and he lifted up his head a
little, and quickly said, "Adsum!" and fell back.
It was the word we used at school, when names
were called; and lo, he, whose heart was as that
of a little child, had answered to his name, and
stood in the presence of The Master.
Thackeray—Newcomes. Bk. II. Ch. XLII.
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| text = Deep in my heart subsides the infrequent word,
And there dies slowly throbbing like a wounded
bird.
Francis Thompson—Her Portrait. St. 3.
Hold fast the form of sound words.
II Timothy. I. 13.
As shadows attend substances, so words follow upon things.
Archbp. Trench—Study of Words.
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Dat mania verba,
Dat sine mente sonum.
He utters empty words, he utters sound
without mind.
Vergil—Æneid. 10. 639.
You [Pindar] who possessed the talent of
speaking much without saying anything.
Voltaire—Sur la Carrousel de I'Imperatriee
deRussie.
You phrase tormenting fantastic chorus,
With strangest words at your beck and call.
Sib. Wm. Watson—Orgy on Parnassus.
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For of all sad words of tongue or pen,
The saddest are these: "It might have been!"
Whittier—Maud Muller. L. 105.
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Would you repeat that again, sir, for it soun's
sae sonorous that the words droon the ideas?
John Wilson—Nodes Ambrosianios. 27.
Three sleepless nights I passed in sounding on,
Through words and things, a dim and perilous
way.
Wordsworth—Borderer. Act IV. Sc. 2.
Fair words enough a man shall find,
They be good cheap: they cost right nought,
Their substance is but only wind.
Sir Thos. Wyatt—Of Dissembling Words.
WORK
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| text = <poem>Tools were made and born were hands,
Every farmer understands.
Wm. Blake—Proverbs.
Hatez-vous lentement; et, sans perdre courage,
Vingt fois sur le metier remettez votre ouvrage.
Hasten slowly, and without losing heart,
put your work twenty times upon the anvil.
Boileau—L'Art Pohiqwe. I. 171.
The dog that trots about finds a bone.
Borrow—Bible in Spain. Ch.XLVII. (Cited
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| text = <poem>The best verse hasn't been rhymed yet,
The best house hasn't been planned,
The highest peak hasn't been climbed yet,
The mightiest rivers aren't spanned;
Don't worry and fret, faint-hearted,
The chances have just begun
For the best jobs haven't been started,
The best work hasn't been done.
Berton Braley—No Chance.
By the way,
The works of women are symbolical.
We sew, sew, prick our fingers, dull our sight,
Producing what? A pair of slippers, sir,
To put on when you're weary—or a stool
To tumble over and vex you * * * curse
that stool!
Or else at best, a cushion where you lean
And sleep, and dream of something we are not,
But would be for your sake. Alas, alas!
This hurts most, this * * * that, after all,
we are paid
The worth of our work, perhaps.
E. B. Browning—Aurora Leigh. Bk. I. L.
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Get leave to work
In this world,—'tis the best you get at all.
E. B. Browning—Aurora Leigh. Bk. III.
L. 164.
