The cuffs and thumps with which fate, our lady-loves, our friends and foes, put us to the proof, in the mind of a good and resolute man, vanish into air. Goethe.
The cunning workman never doth refuse / The meanest tool that he may chance to use. George Herbert.
The cup of life which God offers to our lips is not always sweet; ... but, sweet or bitter, it is ours to drink it without murmur or demur. W. R. Greg.
The cups that cheer, but not inebriate. Cowper. 25
The cure for false theology is mother wit. Emerson.
The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, / The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, / The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, / And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Gray.
The curiosity of knowing things has been given to man for a scourge. Apocrypha.
The curious unthrift makes his clothes too wide, / And spares himself, but would his tailor chide. George Herbert.
The current that with gentle murmur glides, / 30 Thou know'st, being stopp'd, impatiently doth rage. Two Gent. of Ver., ii. 7.
The curtains of yesterday drop down, the curtains of to-morrow roll up; but yesterday and to-morrow both are. Pierce into the Time-element, glance into the Eternal. Carlyle.