These limbs, whence had we them; this 40 stormy force; this life-blood with its burning passion? They are dust and shadow: a shadow-system gathered round our Me; wherein through some moments or years, the divine essence is to be revealed in flesh. Carlyle.
These little things are great to little men. Goldsmith.
These moving things, ca'ed wife and weans, / Wad move the very heart o' stanes. Burns.
These violent delights have violent ends. Rom. and Jul., ii. 6.
They are as sick that surfeit with too much, as they that starve with nothing. Mer. of Venice, i. 2.
They are but beggars that can count their 45 worth. Rom. and Jul., ii. 6.
They are dead even for this life who hope for no better. Lorenzo de Medici.
They are never alone that are accompanied with noble thoughts. Sir P. Sidney.
They are not a pipe for fortune's finger, / To sound what stop she please. Ham., iii. 2.
They are not all free who scorn their chains. Lessing.