I\\’ll walk where my
I’ll walk where my own nature would be leading: It vexes me to choose another guide: Where the grey flocks in ferny glens are feeding; Where the wild wind blows on the mountain-side. Emily Bronte
Vex
The fear of God
The fear of God is freedom, joy, and peace; And makes all ills that vex us here to cease. Edmund Waller
A very great part
A very great part of the mischiefs that vex the world arises from words. Edmund Burke
Manners are of more
Manners are of more importance than laws. Manners are what vex or soothe, corrupt or purify, exalt or debase, barbarize or refine us, by a constant, steady, uniform, insensible operation, like that of the air we breathe. Edmund Burke
Nevertheless if any skillful
Nevertheless if any skillful Servant of Nature shall bring force to bear on matter, and shall vex it and drive it to extremities as if with the purpose of reducing it to nothing, then will matter (since annihilation or true destruction is not possible except by the omnipotence of God) finding itself in these straits, … Read more
By the way, all
By the way, all joking aside, do I call you Ghastly or Elder Bespoke?’ ‘You can call me whatever you like.’ Vex nodded. ‘Thank you, Gladys. Derek Landy
Not so in haste,
Not so in haste, my heart! Have faith in God and wait; Although he linger long, He never comes too late. He never comes too late, He knoweth what is best: Vex not thyself in vain; Until he cometh, rest. Until he cometh, rest. Nor grudge the hours that roll: The feet that wait for … Read more
Lady, for indeed I loved
Lady, for indeed I loved you and I deemed you beautiful, I cannot brook to see your beauty marred Through evil spite: and if ye love me not, I cannot bear to dream you so forsworn: I had liefer ye were worthy of my love, Than to be loved again of you – farewell; And … Read more
I grow in worth,
I grow in worth, and wit, and sense, Unboding critic-pen, Or that eternal want of pence, Which vexes public men. Alfred Lord Tennyson
Come not, when I
Come not, when I am dead, To drop thy foolish tears upon my grave, To trample round my fallen head, And vex the unhappy dust thou wouldst not save. There let the wind sweep and the plover cry; But thou, go by. Child, if it were thine error or thy crime I care no longer, … Read more