But shapes that come not at an earthly call, / Will not depart when mortal voices bid. Wordsworth.
But souls that of His own good life partake, / 25 He loves as His own self; dear as His eye / They are to Him; He'll never them forsake; / When they shall die, then God Himself shall die: / They live, they live in blest eternity. H. More.
But spite of all the criticising elves, / Those that would make us feel, must feel themselves. Churchill.
But there are wanderers o'er eternity, / Whose bark drives on and on, and anchor'd ne'er shall be. Byron.
But there's nothing half so sweet in life / As love's young dream. Moore.
But thought's the slave of life, and life time's fool; / And time, that takes survey of all the world, / Must have a stop. 1 Henry IV., v. 4.
But to see her was to love her—love but her, 30 and love for ever. Burns.
But truths on which depend our main concern, / That 'tis our shame and misery not to learn, / Shine by the side of every path we tread, / With such a lustre, he that runs may read. Cowper.
But war's a game which, were their subjects wise, / Kings would not play at. Cowper.
But were I Brutus, / And Brutus Antony, there were an Antony / Would ruffle up your spirits, and put a tongue / In every wound of Cæsar, that should move / The stones of Rome to rise and mutiny. Jul. Cæs., iii. 2.