| A mans first care should be to avoid the reproaches of his own heart.|
AddisonSir Roger on the Bench.
|I have a heart with room for every joy.|
BaileyFestus. Sc. A Mountain.
|My favoured temple is an humble heart.|
BaileyFestus. Sc. Colonnade and Lawn.
|My hearts in the Highlands, my heart is not here;|
My hearts in the Highlands a-chasing the deer.
BurnsMy Hearts in the Highlands. (From an old song, The Strong Walls of Derry.)
|His heart was one of those which most enamour us,|
Wax to receive, and marble to retain.
ByronBeppo. St. 34.
|Maid of Athens, ere we part,|
Give, oh, give me back my heart!
ByronMaid of Athens. St. 1.
|Alma de esparto y corazon de encina.|
Soul of fibre and heart of oak.
CervantesDon Quixote. II. 70.
| My heart is wax to be moulded as she pleases, but enduring as marble to retain.|
CervantesThe Little Gypsy.
|No command of art,|
No toil, can help you hear;
Earths minstrelsy falls clear
But on the listening heart.
John Vance CheneyThe Listening Heart.
|Some hearts are hidden, some have not a heart.|
CrabbeThe Borough. Letter XVII.
| There are strings, said Mr. Tappertit,
in the human heart that had better not be wibrated.|
DickensBarnaby Rudge. Ch. XXII.
|The heart asks pleasure first,|
And then, excuse from pain;
And then, those little anodynes
That deaden suffering;
And then, to go to sleep;
And then, if it should be
The will of its Inquisitor,
The liberty to die.
Emily DickinsonPoems. IX. (Ed. 1891).
|Meine Ruh ist hin,|
Mein Herz ist schwer.
My peace is gone, my heart is heavy.
GoetheFaust. I. 15.
|Ganz unbefleckt geniesst sich nur das Herz.|
Only the heart without a stain knows perfect ease.
GoetheIphigenia auf Tauris. IV. 4. 123.
|Doch ein gekränktes Herz erholt sich schwer.|
A wounded heart can with difficulty be cured.
GoetheTorquato Tasso. IV. 4. 24.
|There is an evening twilight of the heart,|
When its wild passion-waves are lulled to rest.
|I caused the widows heart to sing for joy.|
Job. XXIX. 13.
|Let not your heart be troubled.|
John. XIV. 1.
|The head is always the dupe of the heart.|
La RochefoucauldMaxims. No. 105.
| Wo das Herz reden darf braucht es keiner Vorbereitung.|
When the heart dares to speak, it needs no preparation.
LessengMina von Barnhelm. V. 4.
|For his heart was in his work, and the heart|
Giveth grace unto every Art.
LongfellowThe Building of the Ship. L. 7.
|Something the heart must have to cherish,|
Must love, and joy, and sorrow learn;
Something with passion clasp, or perish,
And in itself to ashes burn.
LongfellowHyperion. Bk. II. Introduction.
|Better to have the poets heart than brain,|
Feeling than song.
George MacDonaldWithin and Without. Pt. III. Sc. 9. L. 30.
|The heart is like an instrument whose strings|
Steal nobler music from Lifes many frets:
The golden threads are spun thro Sufferings fire,
Wherewith the marriage-robes for heaven are woven:
And all the rarest hues of human life
Take radiance, and are rainbowd out in tears.
Gerald MasseyWedded Love.
| Where your treasure is, there will your heart be also.|
Matthew. VI. 21.
|But the beating of my own heart|
Was all the sound I heard.
Richard Monckton Milnes (Lord Houghton)The Brookside.
|And when once the young heart of a maiden is stolen,|
The maiden herself will steal after it soon.
|Zwei Kammern hat das Herz.|
Die Freude und der Schmerz.
Two chambers hath the heart.
Live Joy and Pain apart.
Hermann NeumannDas Herz. Trans. by T. W. H. Robinson. Found in Echoes from Kottabos. Another trans. by Ernest RadfordChambers Twain.
| Yonkers that have hearts of oak at fourscore yeares.|
Old Meg of Herefordshire. (1609).
|Oh, the heart is a free and a fetterless thing,|
A wave of the ocean, a bird on the wing.
Julia PardoeThe Captive Greek Girl.
|The incense of the heart may rise.|
PierpontEvery Place a Temple.
|The heart knoweth his own bitterness.|
Proverbs. XIV. 10.
|A merry heart maketh a cheerful countenance.|
Proverbs. XV. 13.
|He that is of a merry heart hath a continual feast.|
Proverbs. XV. 15.
| A mans heart deviseth his way; but the Lord directeth his steps.|
Proverbs. XVI. 9.
|He fashioneth their hearts alike.|
Psalms. XXXIII. 15.
| The heart is a small thing, but desireth great matters. It is not sufficient for a kites dinner, yet the whole world is not sufficient for it.|
QuarlesEmblems. Bk. I. Hugo de Anima.
|This house is to be let for life or years,|
Her rent is sorrow, and her income tears;
Cupid, t has long stood void; her bills make known,
She must be dearly let, or let alone.
QuarlesEmblems. Bk. II. Epigram X.
|My heart is like a singing bird|
Whose nest is in a waterd shoot;
My heart is like an apple-tree
Whose boughs are bent with thick-set fruit;
My heart is like a rainbow shell
That paddles in a halcyon sea;
My heart is gladder than all these,
Because my love is come to me.
Christina G. RossettiA Birthday.
|Malebranche dirait quil ny a plus une âme:|
Nous pensons humblement quil reste encor des curs.
Malebranche would have it that not a soul is left; we humbly think that there still are hearts.
Edmond RostandChantecler. Prélude.
| Cest toujours un mauvais moyen de lire dans le cur des autres que daffecter de cacher le sien.|
It is always a poor way of reading the hearts of others to try to conceal our own.
| Nicht Fleisch und Blut; das Herz macht uns zu Vätern und Söhnen.|
It is not flesh and blood but the heart which makes us fathers and sons.
SchillerDie Räuber. I. 1.
| Even at this sight|
My heart is turnd to stone: and while tis mine,
It shall be stony.
Henry VI. Pt. II. Act V. Sc. 2. L. 49.
|The very firstlings of my heart shall be|
The firstlings of my hand.
Macbeth. Act IV. Sc. 1. L. 147.
| He hath a heart as sound as a bell and his tongue is the clapper, for what his heart thinks his tongue speaks.|
Much Ado About Nothing. Act III. Sc. 2. L. 12.
|But I will wear my heart upon my sleeve|
For daws to peck at; I am not what I am.
Othello. Act I. Sc. 1. L. 64.
|Worse than a bloody hand is a hard heart.|
ShelleyThe Cenci. Act V. Sc. 2.
| My heart, the bird of the wilderness, has found its sky in your eyes.|
Rabindranath TagoreGardener. 31.
| Never morning wore|
To evening, but some heart did break.
TennysonIn Memoriam. Pt. VI. Same idea in Lucretius. II. 579.
|Loreille est le chemin du cur.|
The ear is the avenue to the heart.
VoltaireRéponse au Roi de Prusse.
|La bouche obéit mal lorsque le cur murmure.|
The mouth obeys poorly when the heart murmurs.
VoltaireTancrède. I. 4.
|Who, for the poor renown of being smart,|
Would leave a sting within a brothers heart?
YoungLove of Fame. Satire II. L. 113.
|Heavens Sovereign saves all beings but himself,|
That hideous sight, a naked human heart.
YoungNight Thoughts. Night III. L. 226.