I like the heat the tenderness the edible the lusciousness the song of a single person the bathtub full of water to bathe myself beneath the water.. ..I like the wheatfields the plough the apricots those flirts of the sun. But bread above all. (1942):
The wisdom of a learned man cometh by opportunity of leisure: and he that hath little business shall become wise. How can he get wisdom that holdeth the plough, and that glorieth in the goad, that driveth oxen, and is occupied in their labours, and whose talk is of bullocks?Bible (Apocrypha)
Are not your kisses then as filthy, and more, As a worm sucking an envenomed sore? Doth not thy fearful hand in felling quake, As one which gathering flowers, still fears a snake? Is not your last act harsh, and violent, As when a plough a stony ground doth rent?john donne
Ye rigid Ploughmen! bear in mind Your labor is for future hours. Advance! spare not! nor look behind! plough deep and straight with all your powers!richard henry horne
For the present at any rate, I must proceed alone. I must plough my own furrow alonebut before I get to the end of that furrow, it is possible that I may not find myself alone.
Men of England, wherefore plough For the lords who lay you low?Percy Bysshe Shelley
M. Tyndall hearing thys, ful of godly zeale, and not bearing that blasphemous saying, replied againe & sayde: I defie the Pope and all his lawes: and further added, that if God spared hym life, ere many yeares he would cause a boy that driueth the plough to know more of the Scripture, then he did.john foxe
I saw within the wheelwright’s shedThe big round cartwheels, blue and red;A plough with blunted share;A blue tin jug; a broken chair;And paint in trial patchwork squareSlapping up against the wall;The lumber of the wheelwright’s trade,And tools on benches neatly laid,The brace, the adze, the awl;vita sackville-west
The face forgives the mirror, the worm forgives the plough, the question begs the answer, can you forgive me somehow?tom waits
I thought of Chatterton, the marvellous Boy, The sleepless Soul that perished in his pride; Of Him who walked in glory and in joy Following his plough, along the mountain-side: By our own spirits are we deified: We Poets in our youth begin in gladness; But thereof come in the end despondency and madness.william wordsworth
You may boldly say, you did not plough Or trust the barren and ungrateful sands With the fruitful grain of your religious counsels.Philip Massinger
In short order they fell into the same pit as their rivals, who had for decades ignored the plain and simple fact that to a starving man “freedom” implies a full rice-bowl or, if he has an exceptional imagination, a healthy ox to pull his plough. It has nothing to do with voting for a political delegate.john brunner
William Dewy, Tranter Reuben, Farmer Ledlow late at plough, Robert's kin, and John's, and Ned's, And the Squire, and Lady Susan, lie in Mellstock churchyard now!thomas hardy
If imagination would disentangle itself from absurdities, soon we should have it harnessed to reason, pulling the same plough.henry s. haskins
Men of England, wherefore plough For the lords who lay ye low?Percy Bysshe Shelley
I defie the Pope and all his lawes. If God spare my life, ere many yeares I wyl cause a boy that driveth the plough to know more of the Scripture, than he doust.william tyndale
To make the plough go before the horse.
I thought of Chatterton, the marvellous Boy, The sleepless Soul that perished in his pride; Of him who walked in glory and in joy, Following his plough, along the mountain side.william wordsworth
We who have seen Italia in the throes, Half risen but to be hurled to ground, and now, Like a ripe field of wheat where once drove plough, All bounteous as she is fair, we think of those Who blew the breath of life into her frame: Cavour, Mazzini, Garibaldi: Three: Her Brain, her Soul, her Sword; and set her free ruinous discords, with one lustrous aim.
plough not the seas, sow not the sands,Leave off your idle pain;Seek other mistress for your minds,Love's service is in vain.robert southwell
plough the sand, labour uselessly, a proverbial type of fruitless activity
I thought of Chatterton, the marvellous boy, The sleepless soul that perished in his pride. Of him who walked in glory and in joy Following his plough along the mountainside: By our own spirits are we deified. We poets in our youth begin in gladness; But thereof comes in the end despondencyand madness.william wordsworth