They look into the beauty of thy mind,
And that, in guess, they measure by thy deeds.
I give thee thanks in part of thy deserts,
And will with deeds requite thy gentleness.
Titus Andronicus. Act I. Sc. 1. L. 236.
Go in, and cheer the town; we'll forth and fight;
Do deeds worth praise and tell you them at night.
Troilus and Cressida. Act V. Sc. 3. L. 92.
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Slaughters a thousand waiting upon that.
Our praises are our wages.
Winter's Tale. Act I. Sc. 2. L. 92.
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| text = <poem>You do the deeds,
And your ungodly deeds find me the words.
Sophocles—Electra. L. 624. Milton's trans.
You must take the will for the deed.
Swot—Polite Conversation. Dialogue II.
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DELAY
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| author = Cervantes
| work = Don Quixote.
| place = Bk. IV. Ch. III.
| seealso = (See also {{sc|Henry VI.)
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| text = <poem>II fornito
Sempre con danno l'attender sofferse.
It is always those who are ready who suffer in delays.
Dante—Inferno. XXVIII. 98.
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| text = <poem>Unus homo nobis cunctando restituit rem,
Non ponebat enim rumores ante salutem.
One man by delay restored the state, for he preferred the public safety to idle report.
Ennius—Quoted by Cicero.
With sweet, reluctant, amorous delay.
Nulla unquam de morte cunctatio longa est.
When a man's life is at stake no delay is too long.
Juvenal—Satires. VI. 221.
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| text = <poem>Do not delay,
Do not delay: the golden moments fly!
| author = Longfellow
| work = Masque of Pandora. Pt. VII.
Ah! nothing is too late
Till the tired heart shall cease to palpitate.
| author = Longfellow
| work = Morituri Salutamus. St. 24.
Tolle moras—semper nocuit differre paratis.
Away with delay—it always injures those who are prepared.
Lucan—Pharsalia. I. 281.
| seealso = (See also {{sc|Dante)
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Every delay that postpones our joys, is long.
Ovid—Heroides. XLX.. 3.
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Nothing is more annoying than a tardy friend.
Plautus—Panulus. III. 1. 1.
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| text = <poem>Quod ratio nequiit, sspe sanavit mora.
What reason could not avoid, has often been cured by delay.
Seneca—Agamemnon. CXXX.
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Every delay is too long to one who is in a hurry.
Seneca—Agamemnon. CCCCXXVI.
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Delay is the greatest remedy for anger.
Seneca—Delra. II. 28. (Same in Bk. Ill, with "dilatio" for "mora.")
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| text = <poem>Delays have dangerous ends.
Henry VI. Pt. I. Act III. Sc. 2. L. 33.
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| text = <poem>Delay leads impotent and snail-paced beggary.
Richard III. Act IV. Sc. 3. L. 53.
Pelle moras; brevis est magni fortuna favoris.
Away with delay; the chance of great fortune is short-lived.
Silius Italicus—Punica. IV. 734.
Late, late, so late! but we can enter still.
Too late, too late! ye cannot enter now.
| author = Tennyson | work = Idylls of the King. Guinevere. L. 169.
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Thomson—The Seasons. Summer. L. 979.
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| text = <poem> Like St. George, always in his saddle, never on his way.
Proverb quoted in Clement Walker's History of Independency. The Mysterie of the Two Juntos.
DELFT
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| text = <poem>What land is this? Yon pretty town
Is Delft, with all its wares displayed:
The pride, the market-place, the crown
And centre of the Potter's trade.
| author = Longfellow | work = Keramos. L. 66.
DELIGHT
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| text = <poem>I am convinced that we have a degree of delight, and that no small one, in the real misfortunes and pains of others.
Burke—The Sublime and Beautiful. Pt. I. Sec. 14.
Man delights not me: no, nor woman neither, though, by your smiling, you seem to say so.
Hamlet. Act II. Sc. 2. L. 321.
Why, all delights arc vain; and that most vain,
hich with pain purchas'd, doth inherit pain.
Love's Labour's Lost. Act I. Sc. 1. L. 72.
