Hateful to me as are the gates of hell,
Is he who, hiding one thing in his heart,
Utters another.
The Iliad, Bk. IX. HOMER. Trans. of BRYANT.
Oh, that deceit should steal such gentle shapes,
And with a virtuous vizard hide foul guile!
K. Richard III., Act ii. Sc. 2. SHAKESPEARE.
Our better part remains
To work in close design, by fraud or guile,
What force effected not; that he no less
At length from us may find, who overcomes
By force hath overcome but half his foe.
Paradise Lost, Bk. I. MILTON.
Appearances to save, his only care;
So things seem right, no matter what they are.
Rosciad. C. CHURCHILL.
Stamps God's own name upon a lie just made,
To turn a penny in the way of trade.
Table Talk. W. COWPER.
DEEDS.
From this moment,
The very firstlings of my heart shall be
The firstlings of my hand. And even now,
To crown my thoughts with acts, be it thought and done.
Macbeth, Act iv. Sc. 1. SHAKESPEARE.
Count that day lost whose low descending sun
Views from thy hand no worthy action done.
Staniford's Art of Reading. Author Unknown.
That low man seeks a little thing to do,
Sees it and does it;
This high man, with a great thing to pursue,
Dies ere he knows it.
A Grammarian's Funeral. R. BROWNING.
'Tis not what man Does which exalts him, but what man
Would do.
Saul, XVIII. R. BROWNING.