Chapter THINGS to THOUGHT of Index by Grocott's Quotations - Alpha

THINGS to THOUGHT

THINGS.—The things, we know, are neither rich nor rare,
But wonder how the devil they got there.

Pope.—Epi. to Arbuthnot.

There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio,
Than are dreamt of in our philosophy.

Shakespeare.—Hamlet, Act I. Scene 5. (To Horatio, on his surprise at hearing the Ghost cry “Swear.”)

THINK.—Think of that, Master Brook.

Shakespeare.—Merry Wives of Windsor, Act III. Scene 5. (Falstaff to Ford.)

Those that think must govern those that toil.

Goldsmith.—The Traveller.

He is too disputable for my company; I think of as many matters as he; but I give heaven thanks, and make no boast of them.

Shakespeare.—As You Like it, Act II. Scene 5. (Jaques to Amiens.)

We think our fathers fools, so wise we grow;
Our wiser sons, no doubt, will think us so.

Pope.—On Criticism, Line 438.

Ah! little think the gay licentious proud,
Whom pleasure, power, and affluence surround.

Thomson.—Winter, Line 322.

Ah! little think they, while they dance along,
How many feel, this very moment, death,
And all the sad variety of pain.

Thomson.—Winter, Line 326.

THINKING.—Who can hold a fire in his hand,
By thinking on the frosty Caucasus?
Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite,
By bare imagination of a feast?
Or wallow naked in December snow,
By thinking on fantastic summer’s heat?
The apprehension of the good
Gives but the greater feeling to the worse.

Shakespeare.—King Richard II. Act I. Scene 3. (Bolingbroke to Gaunt.)

THINKING.—Thinking is but an idle waste of thought;
For nought is every thing, and every thing is nought.

Smith.—Rejected Addresses; Imitation of Lord Byron.

THINKS.—Whoever thinks a faultless piece to see,
Thinks what ne’er was, nor is, nor e’er shall be.

Pope.—On Criticism, Line 253.

High characters (cries one), and he would see
Things that ne’er were, nor are, nor ne’er will be.

Sir John Suckling.—Epilogue to “The Goblins,” Line 7.

THORNS.—The thorns which I have reap’d are of the tree
I planted; they have torn me, and I bleed:
I should have known what fruit would spring from such a seed.

Byron.—Childe Harold, Canto IV. Stanza 10.

THOUGHT.—What oft was thought, but ne’er so well express’d.