Lo, thou trusted in thestaff of this broken reed, on Egypt; whereon if a man lean, it will go into his hand, and pierce it: so is Pharaoh king of Egypt to all that trust in him.
Well, I will scourge those apes, And to these courteous eyes oppose a mirror, As large as is the stage whereon we act; Where they shall see the time's deformity Anatomised in every nerve, and sinew, With constant courage, and contempt of fear.Ben Jonson
Shakespeare is a good raft whereon to float securely down the stream of time; fasten yourself to that and your immortality is safe.george henry lewes
A Wise man knows that much of what he says and does is commonplace and trivial. His thoughts are not all solemn and sacred in his own eyes. He is able to laugh at himself and is not offended when others make him a subject whereon to exercise their wit.john lancaster spalding
Come let us mock at the wise; With all those calendars whereon They fixed old aching eyes, They never saw how seasons run, And now but gape at the sun.William Butler Yeats
Most of these Mountains and Inland places whereon these kind of Petrify'd Bodies and Shells are found at present, or have been heretofore, were formerly under the Water, and that either by the descending of the Waters to another part of the Earth by the alteration of the Centre of Gravity of the whole bulk, or rather by the Eruption of some kind of Subterraneous Fires or Earthquakes, great quantities of Earth have been deserted by the Water and laid bare and dry.
And now, my sons, remember, remember that it is upon the rock of our Redeemer, who is Christ, the Son of God, that ye must build your foundation; that when the devil shall send forth his mighty winds, yea, his shafts in the whirlwind, yea, when all his hail and his mighty storm shall beat upon you, it shall have no power over you to drag you down to the gulf of misery and endless wo, because of the rock upon which ye are built, which is a sure foundation, a foundation whereon if men build they cannot fall.
O for a Booke and a shadie nooke, eyther in-a-doore or out; With the grene leaves whisp'ring overhede, or the Streete cries all about. Where I maie Reade all at my ease, both of the Newe and Olde; For a jollie goode Booke whereon to looke, is better to me than Golde.
Christians awake, salute the happy morn whereon the Saviour of the world was born.john byrom
Pythagoras said that this world was like a stage, whereon many play their parts; the lookers-on, the sage Philosophers are, saith he, whose part is to learn The manners of all nations, and the good from the bad to discern.richard edwardes
O happy earth, whereon thy innocent feet doe ever tread!Edmund Spenser
Pythagoras said that this world was like a stage, whereon many play their parts; the lookers-on, the sage Philosophers are, saith he, whose part is to learn The manners of all nations, and the good from the bad to discern.
Of threads of palm was the carpet spun whereon he kneels when the day is done, And the foreheads of Islam are bowed as one! To him the palm is a gift divine, Wherein all uses of man combine, House and raiment and food and wine! And, in the hour of his great release, His need of the palms shall only cease With the shroud wherein he lieth in peace. "Allah il Allah!" he sings his psalm, On the Indian Sea, by the isles of balm; "Thanks to Allah, who gives the palm!"john greenleaf whittier
How joyously the young sea-mew Lay dreaming on the waters blue, whereon our little bark had thrown A little shade, the only one; But shadows ever man pursue.
Pythagoras said that this world was like a stage, whereon many play their parts; the lookers-on the sage Philosophers are, saith he, whose part is to learn The manners of all nations, and the good from the bad to discern.
This outer world is but the pictured scroll Of worlds within the soul; A colored chart, a blazoned missal-book, whereon who rightly look May spell the splendors with their mortal eyes, And steer to Paradise.Alfred Noyes
Hail to the land whereon we tread,Our fondest boast!The sepulchres of mighty dead,The truest hearts that ever bled,Who sleep on glory’s brightest bed,A fearless host:No slave is here:—our unchained feet,Walk freely as the waves that beatOur coast.james gates percival
If, while hurrying ostensibly to the temple of truth, we hand the reins over to our personal interests which look aside at very different guiding stars, for instance at the tastes and foibles of our contemporaries, at the established religion, but in particular at the hints and suggestions of those at the head of affairs, then how shall we ever reach the high, precipitous, bare rock whereon stands the temple of truth?Arthur Schopenhauer
Hail to the land whereon we tread, Our fondest boast! The sepulchres of mighty dead, The truest hearts that ever bled, Who sleep on glory’s brightest bed, A fearless host: No slave is here: our unchained feet, Walk freely as the waves that beat Our coast.