Locks Quotes
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More Locks Quotes
Thou can'st not say I did it; never shake Thy gory locks at me.
william shakespeare— Macbeth (1605), Act III, scene 4, line 49.
Alike were they free from Fear, that reigns with the tyrant, and envy, the vice of republics. Neither locks had they to their doors, nor bars to their windows; But their dwellings were open as day and the hearts of their owners; There the richest was poor, and the poorest lived in abundance.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow— Part I, section 1
Thy boist'rous locks, no worthy match For valour to assail, nor by the sword * * * * * * But by the barber's razor best subdued.
john milton— John Milton, Samson Agonistes (1671), line 1,167.
Thou canst not say I did it: never shake Thy gory locks at me.
— Macbeth, Scene IV
Her sunny locks Hang on her temples like a golden fleece.
— Bassanio, scene i
John Anderson my jo, John, When we were first acquent; Your locks were like the raven, Your bonie brow was brent; But now your brow is beld, John, Your locks are like the snaw; But blessings on your frosty pow, John Anderson my jo. Burns
Robert Burns— 1790 'John Anderson my Jo', stanza1. 1788 'Auld Lang Syne', stanza1. This is the most familiar version of an older, traditional song, reworked by Burns.
Methinks I see in my mind a noble and puissant nation rousing herself like a strong man after sleep, and shaking her invincible locks: methinks I see her as an eagle mewing her mighty youth, and kindling her undazzled eyes at the full midday beam; purging and unscaling her long-abused sight at the fountain itself of heavenly radiance; while the whole noise of timorous birds, with those also that love thetwilight, flutterabout, amazed at what she means.
john milton— 1644 Areopagitica: a speech for the liberty of unlicensed printing.
John Anderson, my jo, John,When we were first acquent,Your locks were like the raven,Your bonie brow was brent;But now your brow is beld, John,Your locks are like the snaw,But blessings on your frosty pow,John Anderson, my jo!
Robert Burns— John Anderson, My Jo, st. 1
Make an eternal spring;Give life to this dark world which lieth dead.Spread forth thy golden hairIn larger locks than thou wast wont before,And emperor-like decoreWith diadem of pearl thy temples fair.
drummond, william, of hawthornden— "Phoebus Arise".
Prisons are a growth industry in a country that has stopped building schools because we would rather not pay our property taxes. And we seem remarkably comfortable with a criminal-justice system that locks up and "disappears" people we fear or hold in contempt — with prisons as closets to hide our unmentionables and as factories for processing spare human parts until there is nothing left but waste.
john leonard— "An Extreme Danger to Society", New York Magazine (7 May 2007)
The Weimar system appeared to me like a father who locks his little boys in a room and stirs them up against one another and says: 'Beat each other up as much as you want.'
robert ley— Leipzig, 1939. Quoted in Robert Ley: Hitler's Labor Front Leader - Page 24 - by Ronald Smelser - 1988
He laid his hand upon "the Ocean's mane,"And played familiar with his hoary locks.
robert pollok— Book iv, line 689. Compare: "And I have loved thee, Ocean! ... And laid my hand upon thy mane,—as I do here", Lord Byron, Childe Harold's Pilgrimage (1812-1818), Canto IV, st. 184.
Most impediments to scientific understanding are conceptual locks, not factual lacks. Most difficult to dislodge are those biases that escape our scrutiny because they seem so obviously, even ineluctably, just. We know ourselves best and tend to view other creatures as mirrors of our own constitution and social arrangements. ( Aristotle , and nearly two millennia of successors, designated the large bee that leads the swarm as a king.)
stephen jay gould— "Glow, Big Glowworm", p. 256
Where go the poet's lines? Answer, ye evening tapers! Ye auburn locks, ye golden curls, Speak from your folded papers!
— The Poet's Lot; reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919).
Marijuana never kicks down your door in the middle of the night. Marijuana never locks up sick and dying people, does not suppress medical research, does not peek in bedroom windows. Even if one takes every reefer madness allegation of the prohibitionists at face value, marijuana prohibition has done far more harm to far more people than marijuana ever could.
P. J. O'Rourke— As quoted in Busted : Stone Cowboys, Narco-lords, and Washington's War on Drugs (2002) edited by Mike Gray
His golden locks time hath to silver turned; O time too swift! O swiftness never ceasing! His youth ’gainst time and age hath ever spurned, But spurned in vain; youth waneth by encreasing.
George Peele— Polyhymnia (1590), reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919).
You manufacture, with the aid of unguents, a false head of hair, and your bald and dirty skull is covered with dyed locks. There is no need to have a hairdresser for your head. A sponge, Phæbus, would do the business better.
Martial— Epigrams (c. 80-104 AD), Book VI, Epigram 57.
Thy knotted and combined locks to part, And each particular hair to stand an-end, Like quills upon the fretful porpentine.
william shakespeare— William Shakespeare, Hamlet (1600-02), Act I, scene 5, line 15.
And her sunny locks Hang on her temples like a golden fleece.
william shakespeare— William Shakespeare, The Merchant of Venice (late 1590s), Act I, scene 1, line 169.
Her long loose yellow locks lyke golden wyre, Sprinckled with perle, and perling flowres atweene, Doe lyke a golden mantle her attyre.
Edmund Spenser— Edmund Spenser, Epithalamion, Stanza 9.
However successful a man may be in his own business, if he turns from that and engages ill a business which he don't understand, he is like Samson when shorn of his locks his strength has departed, and he becomes like other men.
— P. T. Barnum, 'Beware of Outside Operations', The Art of Money Getting (1880).
Twilight, ascending slowly from the east, Entwined in duskier wreaths her braided locks O'er the fair front and radiant eyes of day, Night followed, clad with stars.
Percy Bysshe Shelley— Percy Bysshe Shelley, Alastor.
Where go the poet's lines? Answer, ye evening tapers! Ye auburn locks, ye golden curls, Speak from your folded papers!
— Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr., The Poet's Lot, Stanza 3
When the military man approaches, the world locks up its spoons and packs off its womankind.
George Bernard Shaw— Man and Superman.
He comes, the herald of a noisy world, With spatter'd boots, strapp'd waist, and frozen locks; News from all nations lumbering at his back.
william cowper— William Cowper, The Task (1785), Book IV, line 5.
Time wears all his locks before, Take thou hold upon his forehead; When he flies he turns no more, And behind his scalp is naked. Works adjourn'd have many stays, Long demurs breed new delays.
robert southwell— Robert Southwell, Loss in Delay.
No lover in any language, and certainly no poet, has confessed to missing the mark more often than Dafydd ap Gwilym. Uncooperative husbands, quick-triggered alarms, crones and walls, strong locks, floods and fogs and bogs and dogs are for ever interposing themselves between him and golden-haired Morfudd, black-browed Dyddgu, or Gwen the infinitely fair. But a great trier, even in church.
— Gwyn Jones, in The Oxford Book of Welsh Verse in English (Oxford: OUP, 1977) p. 289.
By the pricking of my thumbs, Something wicked this way comes: Open, locks, Whoever knocks!
— Second Witch, Scene I (Act IV)
