But I will wear my heart upon my sleeve / For daws to peck at. Othello, i. 1.
But man, proud man, / Drest in a little brief 15 authority, / Most ignorant of what he's most assured, / His glassy essence,—like an angry ape, / Plays such fantastic tricks before high Heaven / As make the angels weep. Meas. for Meas., ii. 2.
But men may construe things after their fashion, clean from the purpose of the things themselves. Jul. Cæs., i. 3.
But men must work, and women must weep, / Though storms be sudden and waters deep, / And the harbour bar be moaning. C. Kingsley.
But mercy is above this sceptred sway; / It is enthroned in the hearts of kings, / It is an attribute to God Himself, / And earthly power doth then show likest God's / When mercy seasons justice. Mer. of Ven., iv. 1.
But now our fates from unmomentous things / May rise like rivers out of little springs. Campbell.
But O for the touch of a vanish'd hand, / And 20 the sound of a voice that is still. Tennyson.
But O what damned minutes tells he o'er, / Who dotes, yet doubts; suspects, yet strongly loves? Othello, iii. 3.
But pleasures are like poppies spread, / You seize the flower, its bloom is shed; / Or, like the snowfall on the river, / A moment white—then melts for ever. Burns.
But Shakespeare's magic could not copied be; / Within that circle none durst walk but he. Dryden.