| Quotes |
Topic |
| Public | For who can be secure of private right, If sovereign sway may be dissolved by might? Nor is the people's judgment always true, The most may err as grossly as the few. |
| Royalty | And kind as kings upon their coronation day. |
| Scripture | And that the Scriptures, though not everywhere Free from corruption, or entire, or clear, Are uncorrupt, sufficient, clear, entire In all things which our needful faith require. |
| Secrecy | He who trusts secrets to a servant makes him his master. |
| Sense | Him of the western dome, whose weighty sense Flows in fit words and heavenly eloquence. |
| Shakespeare | But Shakespeare's magic could not copied be, Within that circle none durst walk but he. |
| Shame | Love taught him shame, and shame, with love at strife, Soon taught the sweet civilities of life. |
| Silence | A horrid stillness first invades the ear, And in that silence we the tempest fear. |
| Silence | If A equals success, then the formula is, A = X + Y + Z, X is work. Y is play. Z is keep your mouth shut. |
| Singing | At every close she made, th' attending throng Replied, and bore the burden of the song, So just, so small, yet in so sweet a note, It seemed the music melted in the throat. |
| Songs | And heaven had wanted one immortal song. |
| Soul | A fiery soul, which, working out its way, Fretted the pygmy-body to decay, And o'er-informed the tenement of clay. |
| Soul | Lord of oneself, uncumbered with a name. |
| Stupidity | The fool of nature stood with stupid eyes And gaping mouth, that testified surprise. |
| Stupidity | Only two things are infinite, the universe and human stupidity, and I'm not sure about the former. |
| Stupidity | There are only two truly infinite things, the universe and stupidity. And I am unsure about the universe. |
| Sun | Behold him setting in his western skies, The shadows lengthening as the vapours rise. |
| Sun | The glorious lamp of heaven, the radiant sun, Is Nature's eye. |
| Sun | Out of the solar walk and Heaven's highway. |
| Sympathy | Our souls sit close and silently within, And their own web from their own entrails spin, And when eyes meet far off, our sense is such, That, spider like, we feel the tenderest touch. |
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