C.N. Douglas, comp. Forty Thousand Quotations: Prose and Poetical. 1917.
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A mask of gold hides all deformities.
An oath! why, it is the traffic of the soul, it is law within a man; the seal of faith, the bond of every conscience; unto whom we set our thoughts like hands.
God doth bestow that garment, when we die, that, like a soft and silken canopy, is still spread over us. In spite of death, our hair grows in the grave; and that alone looks, fresh when all our other beauty’s gone.
If thou kiss Wisdom’s cheek and make her thine, she will breathe into thy lips divinity, and thou, like Phœbus, shalt speak oracle.
The best of men that ever wore earth about Him was a sufferer, a soft, meek, patient, humble, tranquil spirit; the first true gentleman that ever breathed.
The robe which curious Nature weaves to hang upon the head.
The soul whose bosom lust did never touch is God’s fair bride; and maiden souls are such.
When all sins are old in us, and go upon crutches, covetousness does but then lie in her cradle.