He the cross who longest bears
Finds his sorrow's bounds are set. [ Winkworth ]
Great wits are sure to madness near allied,
And thin partitions do their bounds divide. [ John Dryden ]
Death is the port where all may refuge find,
The end of labor, entry into rest;
Death hath the bounds of misery confin'd
Whose sanctuary shrouds affliction best. [ Earl of Stirling ]
Love the sense of right and wrong confounds;
Strong love and proud ambition have no bounds. [ John Dryden ]
Mighty Nature bounds as from her birth,
The sun is in the heavens, and life on earth;
Flowers in the valley, splendor in the beam,
Health on the gale, and freshness in the stream. [ Byron ]
A daring pilot in extremity;
Pleased with the danger, when the waves went high
He sought the storms; but, for a calm unfit,
Would steer too nigh the sands to boast his wit.
Great wits are sure to madness near allied,
And thin partitions do their bounds divide; [ Dryden, Absalom and Achitophel ]
There never was a hero who did not have his bounds. [ Mark Twain, from his speech Courage ]
Everything that exceeds the bounds of moderation has an unstable foundation. [ Seneca ]
The bounds of a man's knowledge are easily concealed, if be has but prudence. [ Goldsmith ]
The fresh and buoyant sense of being that bounds in youth's yet careless breast. [ Moore ]
Happiness and misery are the names of two extremes, the utmost bounds whereof we know not. [ Locke ]
Christ bounds and terminates the vast desires of the soul; He is the very Sabbath of the soul. [ John Flavel ]
Witticisms please as long as we keep them within bounds, but pushed to excess they cause offence. [ Phaedr ]
The mind of man is ignorant of fate and future destiny, and of keeping within due bounds when elated by prosperity. [ Virgil ]
Happiness has no limits, because God has neither bottom nor bounds, and because happiness is nothing; but the conquest of God through love. [ Amiel ]
In your friendship and in your enmities let your confidence and your hostilities have certain bounds; make not the former dangerous, nor the latter irreconcilable. [ Chesterfield ]
Mother! How many delightful associations cluster around that word! The innocent smiles of infancy, the gambols of boyhood, and the happiest hours of riper years! When my heart aches and my limbs are weary travelling the thorny path of life, I sit down on some mossy stone, and closing my eyes on real scenes, send my spirit back to the days of early life; I feel afresh my infant joys and sorrows, till my spirit recovers its tone, and is willing to pursue its journey. But in all these reminiscences my mother rises; if I seat myself upon my cushion, it is at her side; if I sing, it is to her ear; if I walk the walls or the meadows, my little hand is in my mother's, and my little feet keep company with hers; when my heart bounds with its best joy, it is because at the performance of some task, or the recitation of some verses, I receive a present from her hand. There is no velvet so soft as a mother's lap, no rose so lovely as her smile, no path so flowery as that imprinted with her footsteps. [ Bishop Thomson ]