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The camel at the close of day
Kneels down upon the sandy plain
To have his burden lifted off
And rest again.

Anna TempleKneeling Camel.


2

Now is done thy long day's work
Fold thy palms across thy breast,
Fold thine arms, turn to thy rest.
Let them rave.

TennysonA Dirge.


3

Thou hadst, for weary feet, the gift of rest.

William WatsonWordsworth's Grave. II. St. 3.


4

Father Abbot, I am come to lay my weary bones among you.

 Wolsey. At Leicester Abbey, Nov. 26, 1529.


5

From hence, let fierce contending nations know,
What dire effects from civil discord flow.

AddisonCato. Act V. Sc. 4.
(See also Pope)


6

As you sow y' are like to reap.

ButlerHudibras. Pt. II. Canto II. L. 504.
(See also Cicero)


7

The thorns which I have reap'd are of the tree
I planted—they have torn me—and I bleed!
I should have known what fruit would spring
from such a seed.

ByronChilde Harold. Canto IV. St. 10.


8

Tantas veces va el cantarillo a la fuente.

The pitcher goes so often to the fountain (that it gets broken).

CervantesDon Quixote. I. 30. Tant va li poz au puis qu'il brise.
Quoted by Gautier de Coinci. Early 13th century.


9

Al freir de los huevos lo vera.

It will be seen in the frying of the eggs.

CervantesDon Quixote. 1. 37.


10

Ut sementem feceris, ita metes.
As thou sowest, so shalt thou reap.

CiceroDe Oratore. II. 65.
(See also Butler)


11

O! lady, we receive but what we give,
And in our life alone doth nature live;
Ours is her wedding-garment, ours her shroud!

ColeridgeDejection. An Ode. IV.


From little spark may burst a mighty flame.

DanteParadise. Canto I. L. 34.
(See also Herbert, Pope, Scott)


Consequences are unpitying. Our deeds carry
their terrible consequences, quite apart from any
fluctuations that went before—consequences that
are hardly ever confined to ourselves.
Grouoe Eliot—Adam Untie. Ch. XVI.
A bad ending foflows a bad beginning.
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 | text = <poem>So comes a reck'ning when the banquet's o'er,
The dreadful reck'ning, and men smile no more.
Gay—What D'ye Call'tt Act II. Sc. 4.


That from small fires comes oft no small mishap.
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 | work = The Temple. ArtiHerie.
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 | text = <poem>They have sown the wind, and they shall reap
the whirlwind.
Hosea. VIII. 7.


By their fruits ye shall know them.
Matthew. VII. 20.


What dire offence from am'rous causes springs,
What mighty contests rise from trivial things.
 | author = Pope
 | work = Rape of the Lock. Canto I. "Contests" is "quarrels" in first ed. Same idea
iD Erasmus—Adagia. Claudianus—InRefinum. II. 49.
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 | text = <poem>Whoso diggetb a pit shall fall therein.
Proverbs. XXVI. 27.
 Contentions fierce.
Ardent, and dire, spring from do petty cause.
Scott—PeverU of the Peak. Ch. XL.
 Great floods have flown
From simple sources.
All's Well That Ends Well. Act II.
L. 142.
Sc. 1.
Is not this a lamentable thing, that of the skin
of an innocent lamb should be made parchment?
that parchment, being scribbled o'er, should
undo a man?
Henry VI. Pt. n. Act IV. Sc. 2. L. 85.


Striving to better, oft we mar what's well.
King Lear. Act I. Sc. 4. L. 369.


Things bad begun make strong themselves by ill.
Macbeth. Actm. Sc. 2. L. 55.


O most lame and impotent conclusion!
Othello. Act II. Sc. 1. L. 162.


Every unpunished delinquency has a family
of delinquencies.
 | author = Herbert
 | work = Spencer—Sociology.


The evening shows the day, and death crowns
life.
John Webster—A Monumental Column.
Last line.


The Fates are just: they give us but our own;
Nemesis ripens what our hands have sown.
Whittier—To a Southern Statesman. (1864)
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 | text = <poem>The blood will follow where the knife is driven,
The flesh will quiver where the pincers tear.
Young—The Revenge. Act V.