Quotes About World

Gold is worse poison to a man's soul, doing more murders in this loathsome world, than any mortal drug.

How far that little candle throws its beams! So shines a good dead in a naughty world.

O infinite virtue! com'st thou smiling fromThe world's great snare uncaught?

Not poppy, nor mandragora,Nor all the drowsy syrups of the world,Shall ever medicine thee to that sweet sleepWhich thou ow'dst yesterday.

The cankers of a calm world and a long peace.

To turn and wind a fiery PegasusAnd witch the world with noble horsemanship.

I 'gin to be aweary of the sun,And wish the estate o' the world were now undone.

His life was gentle, and the elementsSo mix'd in him that Nature might stand upAnd say to all the world, "This was a man!"

That smooth-fac'd gentleman, tickling Commodity,Commodity, the bias of the world.

Vex not his ghost: O! let him pass; he hates himThat would upon the rack of this tough worldStretch him out longer.

My heart is turned to stone; I strike it, and it hurts my hand. O! the world hath not a sweeter creature; she might lie by an emperor's side and command him tasks.

Banish plump Jack, and banish all the world.

Slander,Whose edge is sharper than the sword, whose tongueOutvenoms all the worms of Nile, whose breathRides on the posting winds and doth belieAll corners of the world.

How far that little candle throws his beams! So shines a good deed in a naughty world.

For where is any author in the worldTeaches such beauty as a woman's eye?Learning is but an adjunct to ourself.

Fleet the time carelessly, as they did in the golden world.

So part we sadly in this troublous world,To meet with joy in sweet Jerusalem.

No longer mourn for me when I am deadThan you shall hear the surly sullen bellGive warning to the world that I am fledFrom this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell.

Is it a world to hide virtues in?

Take note, take note, O world!To be direct and honest is not safe.

O sun!Burn the great sphere thou mov'st in; darkling standThe varying shore o' the world.

O world! world! world! thus is the poor agent despised.

But yesterday the word of Caesar mightHave stood against the world; now lies he there,And none so poor to do him reverence.

Mad world! mad kings, mad composition!