Fling but a stone, the giant dies.
Fling but a stone, the giant dies.
How often might a man, after he had jumbled a set of letters in a bag, fling them out upon the ground before they would fall into an exact poem, yea, or so much as make a good discourse in prose. And may not a little book be as easily made by chance as this great volume of the world.
May love's kindred treasure box fling your luminescent glove.
Fling away ambition by that sin fell the angels how can man then, the image of his Maker, hope to win by it.
I'll trust him no further than I can fling him.
Go, forget me - why should sorrow, O'er that brow a shadow fling? Go, forget me - and tomorrow, brightly smile and sweetly sing. Smile - though I shall not be near thee; Sing - though I shall never hear thee.
We die in proportion to the words we fling around us.
Changed loves are but changed sorts of meat, And when he hath the kernel eat, Who doth not fling away the shell.
A great lie is like a great fish on dry land; it may fret and fling and make a frightful bother, but it cannot hurt you. You have only to keep still, and it will die of itself.
Who loves the King, and will embrace his pardon,
Fling up his cap and say 'God save his Majesty!
Cromwell, I charge thee, fling away ambition By that sin fell the angels how can man, then, The image of his Maker, hope to win by it Love thyself last cherish those hearts that hate thee Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's then if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr Serve the king And,prithee, lead me in There take an inventory of all I have, To the last penny 'tis the king's my robe, And my integrity to heaven, is all I dare now call mine own. O Cromwell, Cromwell Had I but served my God with half the zeal I served my king, he would not in mine age Have left me naked to mine enemies.
Dreams are the subtle Dower That make us rich an Hour Then fling us poor Out of the purple door.
Death is the enemy.... Against you I will fling myself, unvanquished and unyielding, O Death.
There's no sort o' mistake in little Bullet. He can pick up miles on his feet, and fling 'em behind him as fast as the next man's hoss, I don't care where he comes from. And he can keep at it as long as the sun can shine without resting.
I'm having a good time, Please don't blame me, I'm knocking myself out; Don't try to tame me; Let me have my fun, I've got to have my fling, Some folks say I'm blowing my top; Talk don't mean a thing, . . .
If you believed more in life you would fling yourself less to the moment.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories