I'll be irreproachably tender; not a man, buta cloud in trousers!
For those who practise tyranny and deprive others of their rights, I will be harsh and stern, but for those who follow the law, I will be most soft and tender.umar
Self growth is tender; it's holy ground. There's no higher investment.
If you wish, I shall grow irreproachably tender: not a man, but a cloud in trousers!vladimir mayakovsky
To the Gods we ne'er can render Praise for every good they grant; Let us, with devotion tender, Minister to grief and want. Quenched be hate and wrath forever, Pardoned be our mortal foe May our tears upbraid him never, No repentance bring him low!friedrich von schiller
His Nature's a glass of champagne with the foam on 't, As tender as Fletcher, as witty as Beaumont; So his best things are done in the flash of the moment.james russell lowell
Whom neither shape of danger can dismay, Nor thought of tender happiness betray.william wordsworth
Within her tender eye; The heaven of April, with its changing light.Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
It is a suggestive idea to track those worn feet backward through all the paths they have trodden ever since they were the tender and rosy little feet of a baby, and (cold as they now are) were kept warm in his mother's hand.Nathaniel Hawthorne
I shall be as tender of the privileges of the University of Oxford as any man living, having the greatest veneration for that learned body.
It is hard, I confess, and so are many other things in the law; but I am wonderfully tender of making precedents.
For seldom shall she hear a tale so sad, so tender, yet so true.william shenstone
Nothing will make us so charitable and tender to the faults of others as by self-examination thoroughly to know our own.
The holier one is, the more forbearing and loving he is; the more tender and patient and anxious to help others in every way. Think how forbearing and loving Christ is when we do wrong; and there we are to be like Him.arthur kenney
Darlings of the forest! Blossoming alone When Earth's grief is sorest For her jewels gone Ere the last snow-drift melts your tender buds have blown.
For never anything can be amiss, When simpleness and duty tender it.
tender is the Night.
On ilk beugh till embrace Writtin in a bill was O Dowglass, O Dowglass tender and trewe!richard holland