Is there for honest poverty / That hangs his head, and a' that? / The coward slave we pass him by, / We dare be poor for a' that. Burns.
Is there no God, then? but at best an absentee God, sitting idle, ever since the first Sabbath, at the outside of His universe, and seeing it go? Carlyle.
Is there no stoning save with flint and rock? 30 Tennyson.
Is there no way to bring home a wandering sheep but by worrying him to death? Thomas Fuller.
Is this a dagger which I see before me, / The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee. Macb., ii. 1.
Is thy complexion sour? / Then keep such company. Herbert.
Is your trumpeter dead, that you are obliged to praise yourself? Pr.
Isaac's fond blessing may not fall on scorn, / 35 Nor Balaam's curse on love which God hath blest. Keble.
Island ez hinn besta haud sun solinn shinnar uppà—Iceland is the best land on which the sun shines. Icelandic Pr.
Isolation is the sum-total of wretchedness to a man. Carlyle.