„Art thou poor, yet hast thou golden slumbers?
O sweet content!
Art thou rich, yet is thy mind perplex'd?
— Thomas Dekker English dramatist and pamphleteer 1572 - 1632
Poem Sweet Content http://www.bartleby.com/101/204.html
„1978. If thou art wise, thou knowest thy own Ignorance; and thou art ignorant if thou knowest not thy self.“
— Thomas Fuller (writer) British physician, preacher, and intellectual 1654 - 1734
Introductio ad prudentiam: Part II (1727)
— George Granville, 1st Baron Lansdowne 1st Baron Lansdowne 1666 - 1735
Inscription for a Figure representing the God of Love. See Genuine Works. (1732) I. 129. Version of a Greek couplet from the Greek Anthology.
— Miguel de Cervantes Spanish novelist, poet, and playwright 1547 - 1616
Don Quixote de la Mancha (1605–1615), Part II (1615), Book III, Ch. 23.
„Thou wilt draw nigh!
Father — it is no dream that Thou art near —
No dream that, in my sin and misery,
I may look up to Thee,—
May hide beneath the shadow of Thy wings,
From all the restlessness of outward things,
And from my own heart's self-accusing fears —
For Thou art nigh.“
— Hetty Bowman 1838 - 1872
Reported in Josiah Hotchkiss Gilbert, Dictionary of Burning Words of Brilliant Writers (1895), p. 432.
— Geoffrey Chaucer English poet 1343 - 1400
Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919), The Flower and the Leaf, line 59
„When, O crowned Jesus; when, O loving Saviour; when, O patient and just Judge — when wilt Thou come forth from Thy hiding, and change tears to smiles, and groans to joys?“
— Henry Ward Beecher American clergyman and activist 1813 - 1887
Dictionary of Burning Words of Brilliant Writers (1895), Context: When, O crowned Jesus; when, O loving Saviour; when, O patient and just Judge — when wilt Thou come forth from Thy hiding, and change tears to smiles, and groans to joys? When shall that choral song burst forth, sweeping through the air, and circling about Thy throne, which shall proclaim the redemption of the world to the Lord God? p. 410
— William Shakespeare English playwright and poet 1564 - 1616
„O thou that rollest above, round as the shield of my fathers! Whence are thy beams, O sun! thy everlasting light? Thou comest forth in thy awful beauty; the stars hide themselves in the sky; the moon, cold and pale, sinks in the western wave; but thou thyself movest alone. Who can be a companion of thy course? The oaks of the mountains fall; the mountains themselves decay with years; the ocean shrinks and grows again; the moon herself is lost in heaven: but thou art for ever the same, rejoicing in the brightness of thy course. When the world is dark with tempests, when thunder rolls and lightning flies, thou lookest in thy beauty from the clouds, and laughest at the storm. But to Ossian thou lookest in vain, for he beholds thy beams no more: whether thy yellow hair flows on the eastern clouds, or thou tremblest at the gates of the west. But thou art, perhaps, like me, for a season; thy years will have an end. Thou shalt sleep in thy clouds, careless of the voice of the morning. Exult then, O sun, in the strength of thy youth!“
— James Macpherson Scottish writer, poet, translator, and politician 1736 - 1796
The Poems of Ossian, "Carthon", pp. 163–164
„Slayer of the Winter, art thou here again?
O welcome, thou that bring'st the Summer nigh!
The bitter wind makes not thy victory vain,
Nor will we mock thee for thy faint blue sky.“
— William Morris author, designer, and craftsman 1834 - 1896
The Earthly Paradise (1868-70), "March".
— Eric Rücker Eddison, The Worm Ouroboros
The Worm Ouroboros (1922), Context: Thou art nothing. And all thy desires and memories and loves and dreams, nothing. The little dead earth-louse were of greater avail than thou, were it not nothing as thou art nothing. For all is nothing: earth and sky and sea and they that dwell therein. Nor shall this illusion comfort thee, if it might, that when thou art abolished these things shall endure for a season, stars and months return, and men grow old and die, and new men and women live and love and die and be forgotten. For what is it to thee, that shalt be as a blown-out flame? and all things in earth and heaven, and things past and things for to come, and life and death, and the mere elements of space and time, of being and not being, all shall be nothing unto thee; because thou shalt be nothing, for ever. Ch. 28 : Zora Rach Nam Psarrion, p. 427
„But am I not the nobler thro' thy love?
O three times less unworthy! likewise thou
Art more thro' Love, and greater than thy years.“
— Alfred, Lord Tennyson British poet laureate 1809 - 1892
Context: Of love that never found his earthly close, What sequel? Streaming eyes and breaking hearts? Or all the same as if he had not been? Not so. Shall Error in the round of time Still father Truth? O shall the braggart shout For some blind glimpse of freedom work itself Thro' madness, hated by the wise, to law System and empire? Sin itself be found The cloudy porch oft opening on the Sun? And only he, this wonder, dead, become Mere highway dust? or year by year alone Sit brooding in the ruins of a life, Nightmare of youth, the spectre of himself! If this were thus, if this, indeed, were all, Better the narrow brain, the stony heart, The staring eye glazed o'er with sapless days, The long mechanic pacings to and fro, The set gray life, and apathetic end. But am I not the nobler thro' thy love? O three times less unworthy! likewise thou Art more thro' Love, and greater than thy years. " Love and Duty http://www.readbookonline.net/read/4310/14259/", l. 1- 21 (1842)
„Well, then, Lord Jesus! I will creep if I cannot walk; I will take hold of Thy word. When I stumble, Thou wilt support me; when I fall, Thou wilt hold out Thy cross, and help me with it to rise again, until at length I reach the place where Thou art, and with all my weaknesses and wants, cast myself into Thy bosom.“
— Christian Scriver German hymnwriter 1629 - 1693
Dictionary of Burning Words of Brilliant Writers (1895), P. 100.
„Why hast thou nothing in thy face?
Thou idol of the human race,
Thou tyrant of the human heart,
The flower of lovely youth that art.“
— Robert Seymour Bridges British writer 1844 - 1930
Poetry, Eros http://rpo.library.utoronto.ca/poem/2933.html, st. 1 (1899).