"Good deeds remain good, no matter whether we know how the world was made or not. Vile deeds are vile, no matter whether we know or do not know what, after death, will be the fate of the doer."

"Audendum est; fortes adjuvat ipsa Venus."

"Nemo timendo ad summum pervenit locum."

"Wer nichts waget der darf nichts hoffen."

"And what he greatly thought, he nobly dared."

"A decent boldness ever meets with friends."

"What man dare, I dare: Approach thou like the rugged Russian bear, The arm'd rhinoceros, or the Hyrcan tiger, Take any shape but that, and my firm nerves Shall never tremble."

"I dare do all that may become a man: Who dares do more, is none."

"And dar'st thou then To beard the lion in his den, The Douglas in his hall?"

"Who dares this pair of boots displace, Must meet Bombastes face to face."

"And what they dare to dream of, dare to do."

"There is a steep and lofty wall, Where my warders trembling stand, He who at speed shall ride round its height, For him shall be my hand."

"DARING, n. One of the most conspicuous qualities of a man in security."

"At the throng'd levee bends the venal tribe: With fair but faithless smiles each varnish'd o'er, Each smooth as those that mutually deceive, And for their falsehood each despising each."

"To shake with laughter ere the jest they hear, To pour at will the counterfeited tear; And, as their patron hints the cold or heat, To shake in dog-days, in December sweat."

"A mere court butterfly, That flutters in the pageant of a monarch."

"To laugh, to lie, to flatter to face, Foure waies in court to win men's grace."

"See how they rise at the sight, Thronging the Œil de Bœuf through, Courtiers as butterflies bright, Beauties that Fragonard drew, Talon-rouge, falbala, queue, Cardinal, Duke,—to a man, Eager to sigh or to sue,— This was the Pompadour’s fan!"

"Then came a shoal in quest of posts and charges, Much like our ancient courtiers with their barges,"

"Here while the courtier glitters in brocade,"

"The Priest hunts a living—the Lawyer a Fee, The Doctor a Patient—the Courtier a Place,"

"Here let those reign whom pensions can incite To vote a patriot black, a courtier white;"

"Our Soldiers were brave, and our Courtiers were good."

"I hate all Scholars, Beaus, and Squires; Pimps, Puppies, Parasites, and Liars. All Courtiers, with their Looks so smooth; And Players, from Boheme to Booth."

"The Courtiers Promises, and Sick Man’s Pray’rs, The Smiles of Harlots, and the Tears of Heirs,"

"Fancy and art in gay Petronius please, The Scholar’s learning with the courtier’s ease."

"The royal refugee our breed restores With foreign courtiers, and with foreign whores,"

"Illiterate courtiers, Chancery suits for life, A teazing whore, and a more tedious wife;"

"The butterfly courtier, that pageant of state, That mouse-trap of honour, and may-game of fate; For all his ambition, his freaks and his tricks, He must die like a bumpkin, and fall into Styx: His plot against death’s but a slender pretence, Who’d take his place from him a hundred years hence!"

"The butterfly courtier, that pageant of state, The mouse-trap of honour and May-game of fate, With all his ambitions, intrigues, and his tricks, Must die like a clown, and then drops into Styx, His plots against death are too slender a fence, For he’ll be out of place a hundred years hence."

"The shepherd with his home-spun lass As many merry hours doth pass As courtiers with their costly girls, Though richly decked in gold and pearls."

"Beware faire Maides of Musky Courtiers oathes,"

"There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin, More pangs and fears than wars or women have."

"The crafty courtiers with their guileful looks Must needs put some experience in my maw:"

"Kings, courtiers and nobles shall kneel before you, Produce of mountain and lowland they shall bring you as tribute!"

"Nec sit terris ultima Thule."

"Mine be a cot beside the hill; A beehive's hum shall soothe my car; A willowy brook, that turns a mill, With many a fall, shall linger near."

"Somewhat back from the village street Stands the old-fashion'd country seat, Across its antique portico Tall poplar-trees their shadows throw; And from its station in the hall An ancient time-piece says to all,— "Forever! never! Never—forever!""

"And as I read I hear the crowing cock, I hear the note Of lark and linnet, and from every page Rise odors of ploughed field or flowery mead."

"To one who has been long in city pent, 'Tis very sweet to look into the fair And open face of heaven,—to breathe a prayer Full in the smile of the blue firmament."

"Far from the gay cities, and the ways of men."

"I hate the countrie's dirt and manners, yet I love the silence; I embrace the wit; A courtship, flowing here in full tide. But loathe the expense, the vanity and pride. No place each way is happy."

"A land flowing with milk and honey."

"O crassum ingenium. Suspicor fuisse Batavum."

"There are Batavian graces in all he says."

"The East bow'd low before the blast, In patient, deep disdain. She let the legions thunder past, And plunged in thought again."