It is the bridle and the spur that make a good horse.
It is the bridle and the spur that make a good horse.
He took me there on the bridle and then we just went clear.
Put a bridle on thy tongue; set a guard before thy lips, lest the words of thine own mouth destroy thy peace... on much speaking cometh repentance, but in silence is safety.
An orator without judgment is a horse without a bridle.
The horse's neck is between the two reins of the bridle, which both meet in the rider's hand.
He turn'd his charger as he spake, Upon the river shore, He gave his bridle reins a shake, Said, 'Adieu for evermore, my love, And adieu for evermore.'
Matrimonially speaking, a bridle for the tongue is better than a rein for the heart.
The faculty of imagination is both the rudder and the bridle of the senses.
What a great mare - she's just unbelievable. She was cruising, just off the bridle.
Ned made a tremendous rattling, at which Bullet took fright, broke his bridle, and dashed off in grand style; and would have stopped all farther negotiations by going home in disgust, had not a traveller arrested him and brought him back; but Kit did not move.
Those who bridle their mind which travels far, moves about alone, is without a body, and hides in the chamber (of the heart), will be free from the bonds of the tempter.
He turn'd him right and round about Upon the Irish shore, And gae his bridle reins a shake, With, 'Adieu for evermore, my dear, And adieu for evermore.'
My great religion is a belief in the blood, the flesh, as being wiser than the intellect. We can go wrong in our minds. But what our blood feels and believes and says, is always true. The intellect is only a bit and a bridle.
The schoolboy whips his taxed top the beardless youth manages his taxed horse with a taxed bridle on a taxed road and the dying Englishman, pouring his medicine, which has paid seven per cent, into a spoon that has paid fifteen per cent, flings himself back upon his chintz bed which has paid twenty-two per cent, and expires in the arms of an apothecary who has paid a license of a hundred pounds for the privilege of putting him to death.
Out started six officers, seized my bridle, put their pistols to my breast, ordered me to dismount, which I did. One of them, who appeared to have the command there, and much of a gentleman, asked me where I came from I told him. He asked what time I left . I told him, he seemed surprised, said ''Sir, may I crave your name'' I answered ''My name is Revere.
You can no more bridle passions with logic than you can justify them in the law courts. Passions are facts and not dogmas.
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