Topics: # A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z

Vaunt Quotes

RELATED QUOTES

"An unattempted lady could not vaunt of her chastity." - Michel De Montaigne

"Our wanton accidents take root, and grow To vaunt themselves God's laws." - Charles Kingsley

"Vaine is the vaunt, and victory unjust, that more to mighty hands, then rightfull cause doth trust." - Edmund Spenser

"Men of real merit, and whose noble and glorious deeds we are ready to acknowledge, are yet not to be endured when they vaunt their own actions." - Aeschines

"Oh, for a forty-parson power to chant Thy praise, Hypocrisy! Oh, for a hymn Loud as the virtues thou dost loudly vaunt, Not practise!" - Lord Byron

"Of all that Orient lands can vaunt, of marvels with our own competing, the strangest is the Haschish plant, and what will follow on its eating." - John Greenleaf Whittier

"You give me back, Phoebus, my bond for four hundred thousand sesterces; lend me rather a hundred thousand more. Seek some one else to whom you may vaunt your empty present: what I cannot pay you, Phoebus, is my own." - Marcus Valerius Martial

"Blow winds and crack your cheeks! Rage, blow! You cataracts and hurricanoes, spout Till you have drenched our steeples, drowned the cocks! You sulphurous and thought-executing fires, Vaunt-couriers of oak-cleaving thunderbolts, Singe my white head!" - William Shakespeare

"Faith mountains move I hear: I see the practice of the world unheed The foolish vaunt, the blatant boast that serves our vanity to feed. Faith stands unmoved; and why? Because man's silly fancies still remain, And will remain till wiser man the day-dreams of his youth disdain." - Richard Francis Burton

"His soaring vaunt escaped the blooming ears of us, He's gone, he's dead, he's dirt, he disappears from us! Be this the death of highest thrust of human all? The flaming end of bright and shining crewmen all? Destroyed? His road is run? It's but a bend of it; Make no mistake, this only seems" - R. A. Lafferty

"Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks! Rage! Blow! You cataracts and hurricanoes, spout Till you have drenched our teeples, drowned the cocks! You sulphurour and thought-executing fires, Vaunt-couriers to oak-cleaving thunderbolts, Singe my white head! And thou, all-shaking thunder, Strike flat the thick rotundity o' the world! Crack nature's molds, all germens spill at once That make ingrateful man!" - William Shakespeare



| NEXT PAGE



RELATED TOPICS

Vaunt,