Fares Quotes
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So on he fares, and to the border comes, Of Eden, where delicious Paradise, Now nearer, crowns with her enclosure green, As with a rural mound, the champain head Of a steep wilderness.
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More Fares Quotes
Ill fares the land, to hastening ills a prey Where wealth accumulates and men decay: Princes and lords may flourish or may fade; A breath can make them, as a breath has made; But a bold peasantry, their country's pride, When once destroyed, can never be supplied.
Oliver Goldsmith— 1770 The Deserted Village, l.51-6.
Thus fares the land, by luxury betrayed.
Oliver Goldsmith— 1770 The Deserted Village, l.295.
Ill fares the land, to hastening ills a prey,Where wealth accumulates, and men decay;Princes and lords may flourish, or may fade;A breath can make them, as a breath has made;But a bold peasantry, their country's pride,When once destroyed, can never be supplied.
Oliver Goldsmith— Line 51.
My eyes are dim with childish tears, My heart is idly stirred, For the same sound is in my ears Which in those days I heard. Thus fares it still in our decay: And yet the wiser mind Mourns less for what age takes away Than what it leaves behind.
william wordsworth— The Fountain, st. 8 & 9 (1799).
The godly seed fares well: the wicked's is accurst.
theocritus— Idyll 26, line 36; translation by C. S. Calverley, from Theocritus, translated into English Verse.
As we pledge the health of our general, who fares as rough as we, What can daunt us, what can turn us, led to death by such as he?
Charles Kingsley— Charles Kingsley, A March. (Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations)
The godly seed fares well: the wicked's is accurst.
— Idyll 26, line 36; translation by C. S. Calverley, from Theocritus, translated into English Verse.
Beneath this stone old Abraham lies; Nobody laughs and nobody cries. Where he is gone, and how he fares, Nobody knows and nobody cares.
— On the monument of Abraham Newland, principal cashier of the Bank of England (Died, 1807; his own lines); reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922), p. 232.
Ill fares the land, to hastening ills a prey, Where wealth accumulates, and men decay; Princes and Lords may flourish, or may fade A breath can make them, as a breath has made But a bold peasantry, their country's pride, When once destroy'd can never be supplied.
Oliver Goldsmith— Oliver Goldsmith, The Deserted Village (1770), line 51.
