An ounce of enterprise is worth a pound of privilege.
Mon verre n'est pas grand, mais je bote dans mon verre.
My glass is not large, but I drink from my glass.
Worth makes the man, and want of it the fellow;
The rest is all but leather and prunello.
would that I were low laid in my grave;
I am not worth this coil that's made for me.
I have been worth the whistle. Goneril.
You are not worth the dust which the rude wind
Blows in your face.
King Lear. Act IV. Sc. 2. L. 27.
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| text = <poem>Let there be some more test made of my metal,
Before so noble and so great a figure
Be stamped upon it.
O, how thy worth with manners may I sing,
When thou art all the better part of me?
What can mine own praise to mine own self bring?
And what is't but mine own when I praise thee?
A pilot's part in calms cannot be spy'd,
In dangerous times true worth is only tri'd.
It is a maxim, that those to whom everybody allows the second place have an undoubted title to the first.
All human things
Of dearest value hang on slender strings.
But though that place I never gain,
Herein lies comfort for my pain:
I will be worthy of it.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox—I Will be Worthy of It.
It is easy enough to be prudent,
When nothing tempts you to stray;
When without or within no voice of sin
Is luring your soul away;
But it's only a negative virtue
Until it is tried by fire,
And the life that is worth the honor of earth,
Is the one that resists desire.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox—Worth While.
Siempre acostumbra hacer el vulgo necio,
De le bueno y lo malo igual aprecio.
The foolish and vulgar are always accustomed to value equally the good and the bad.
Yriarte—Fables. XXVIII.
WOUNDS
H' had got a hurt
O' th' inside of a deadlier sort.
Butler—Hudibras. Pt.I. Canto III. L. 309.
What deep wounds ever closed without a scar?
The hearts bleed longest, and but heal to wear
That which disfigures it.
Byron—CMcfe Harold. Canto in. St. 84.
La blessure est pour vous, la douleur est pour moi.
The wound is for you, but the pain is for me.
Charles IX. to Coligny, who was fatally wounded in the massacre of St. Bartholomew's Day.
Tempore ducetur longo fortasse cicatrix;
Horrent admotas vulnera cruda manus.
A wound will perhaps become tolerable with
"length of time; but wounds which are raw
shudder at the touch of the hands.
Ovid—EpistoUe Ex Ponto. I. 3. 15.
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| text = Saucius ejurat pugnam gladiator, et idem
Immemor antiqui vulneris arma capit.
The wounded gladiator forswears all fighting, but soon forgetting his former wound resumes his arms.
Ovid—EpistoUe Ex Ponto. I. 5. 37.
Thou hast wounded the spirit that loved thee
And cherish'd thine image for years;
Thou hast taught me at last to forget thee,
In secret, in silence, and tears.
Mrs. David Porter—Thou Hast Wounded the Spirit.
Show you sweet Caesar's wounds, poor, poor
dumb mouths,
And bid them speak for me.
Julius Caesar. Act III. Sc. 2. L. 229.
Safe in a ditch he bides,
With twenty trenched gashes on his head;
The least a death to nature.
Macbeth. Act III. Sc. 4. L. 26.
What wound did ever heal but by degrees?
Othello. Act II. Sc. 3. L. 377.
He in peace is wounded, not in war.
The Rape of Lucrece. L. 831.
He jests at scars that never felt a wound.
The wound of peace is surety,
Surety secure.
Troilus and Cressida. Act II. Sc. 2. L. 14.
The private wound is deepest: O time most accurs'd
'Mongst all foes that a friend should be the worst.
Ah me! we wound where we never intended to strike; we create anger where we never meant harm; and these thoughts are the thorns in our Cushion.
