Nothing’s beautiful from every point of view. Horace
Now, in reality, the world have paid too great a compliment to criti Fielding, Henry
Nowadays men lead lives of noisy desperation. Thurber, James
O cursed ambition, thou devouring bird, how dost thou from the field of honesty pick every grain of profit or delight, and mock the reaper’s toil! Harvard
O Fame! if I e’er took delight in thy praises, ‘Twas less for the sake of thy high-sounding phrases, Than to see the bright eyes of the dear one discover The thought that I was not unworthy to love her. Byron, Lord
O gold! I still prefer thee unto paper which makes bank credit like a bank of vapour. Byron, Lord
O solitude, where are the charms That sages have seen in thy face? Better dwell in the midst of alarms, Than reign in this horrible place. Cowper, William
O to be self balanced for contingencies! O to confront night, storms, hunger, ridicule, accidents, rebuffs as trees and animals do! Whitman, Walt
O tyrant love, when held by you, We may to prudence bid adieu. La Fontaine, Jean
O! many a shaft, at random sent, Finds mark the archer little meant! And many a word, at random spoken, May soothe or wound a heart that’s broken! Scott, Sir Walter
O, he sits high in all the people’s hearts; And that which would appear offence in us, His countenance, like richest alchemy, Will change to virtue and to worthiness. Shakespeare, William
O, if thou car’st not whom I love alas, thou lov’st not me. Donne, John
