How paint to the sensual eye what passes in the holy-of-holies of man's soul; in what words, known to these profane times, speak even afar-off of the unspeakable? Carlyle.
How poor are they that have not patience! / 15 What wound did ever heal but by degrees? Othello, ii. 3.
How poor, how rich, how abject, how august, / How complicate, how wonderful is man! Young.
How prone to doubt, how cautious are the wise! Pope, after Homer.
How quick to know, but how slow to put in practice, is the human creature! Goethe.
How quickly Nature falls into revolt / When gold becomes her object! 2 Hen. IV., iv. 4.
How rarely reason guides the stubborn 20 choice, / Rules the bold hand or prompts the suppliant voice. Johnson.
How ready some people are to admire in a great man the exception rather than the rule of his conduct! Such perverse worship is like the idolatry of barbarous nations, who can see the noonday splendour of the sun without emotion, but who, when he is in eclipse, come forward with hymns and cymbals to adore him. Canning.
How rich a man is, all desire to know, / But none enquire if good he be or no. Herrick.
How sad a path it is to climb and descend another's stairs! Dante.