'Twas a hand
White, delicate, dimpled, warm, languid, and bland.
The hand of a woman is often, in youth,
Somewhat rough, somewhat red, somewhat graceless in truth;
Does its beauty refine, as its pulses grow calm,
Or as sorrow has crossed the life line in the palm?
His red right hand.
We bear it calmly, though a ponderous woe,
And still adore the hand that gives the blow.
Without the bed her other fair hand was,
On the green coverlet; whose perfect white
Show'd like an April daisy on the grass,
With pearly sweat, resembling dew of night.
All the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten
this little hand.
Macbeth. Act V. Sc. 1. L. 57.
They may seize
On the white wonder of dear Juliet's hand.
O, that her hand,
In whose comparison all whites are ink,
Writing their own reproach, to whose soft seizure
The cygnet's down is harsh and spirit of sense
Hard as the palm of ploughman.
Troilus and Cressida. Act I. Sc. 1. L. 55.
Puras deus non plenas adspicit manus.
God looks at pure, not full, hands.
Syrus—Maxims.
Dextra mihi Deus.
My right hand is to me as a god.
Vergil—Æneid. X. 773.
HAPPINESS
Hold him alone truly fortunate who has ended
his life in happy well-being.
iEscHYLUS—Agamemnon. 928.
'Twas a jolly old pedagogue, long ago,
Tall and slender, and sallow and dry;
His form was bent, and his gait was slow,
His long thin hair was white as snow,
But a wonderful twinkle shone in his eye.
And he sang every night as he went to bed,
"Let us be happy down here below;
The living should live, though the dead be dead,"
Said the jolly old pedagogue long ago.
George Arnold—T)w Jolly Old Pedagogue.
Real happiness is cheap enough, yet how
dearly we pay for its counterfeit.
Hosea Ballou—MS. Sermons.
To have been happy, madame, adds to calamity.
| author = Beaumont and Fletcher
| work = The Fair Maid of the Inn. Actl. Sc. 1. L. 250.
.
La massima felicita divisa nel maggior numero.
The greatest happiness of the greatest number.
Beccaria—Trattato dei Delitti e delle Pene
(Treatise of Crimes and of Punishment).
Introd. (1764)
| seealso = (See also Hutcheson)
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| text = Priestly was the first (unless it was Beccaria)
who taught my lips to pronounce this sacred
truth—that the greatest happiness of the greatest
number is the foundation of morals and legislation.
Bentham—Vol. X. P. 142.
Quid enim est melius quam memoria recte
factorum, et Ubertate contentum negligere
humana?
What can be happier than for a man, conscious of virtuous acts, and content with
liberty, to despise all human affairs?
Brutus—to Cicero. Cicero's Letters. I. 16.
9.
Oh, Mirth and Innocence! Oh, Milk and Water!
Ye happy mixtures of more happy days!
Byron—Beppo. St. 80.
- * * all who joy would win
Must share it,—Happiness was born a twin.
| author = Byron
| work = Don Juan. Canto H. St. 172.
There comes
For ever something between us and what
We deem our happiness.
| author = Byron
| work = Sardanapalus. Act I. Sc. 2.
Quid datur a divis felici optatius hora?
What is there given by the gods more desirable than a happy hour?
Catullus—Carmina. LXII. 30.
The message from the hedge-leaves,
Heed it, whoso thou art;
Under lowly eaves
Lives the happy heart.
In animi securitate vitam beatam ponimus.
We think a happy life consists in tranquillity of mind.
Le bonheur semble fait pour être partagé.
Happiness seems made to be shared.
If solid happiness we prize,
Within our breast this jewel lies,
And they are fools who roam;
The world has nothing to bestow,
From our own selves our bliss must flow,
And that dear hut,—our home.
