When I consider thy heavens, the work of thy fingers, the moon and the stars, which thou hast ordained; what is man, that thou art... mindful of him? and the son of man, that thou visitest him? For thou hast made him a little lower than the angels, and hast crowned him with glory and honour.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Anne of Austria (with great submission to a Crowned Head do I say it) was a B----. She had spirit and courage without parts, devot...ion without common morality, and lewdness without tenderness either to justify or to dignify it. Her two sons were no more Lewis the Thirteen's than they were mine.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Do not put yourself forward in the king's presence or stand in the place of the great; for it is better to be told, "Come up here,..." than to be put lower in the presence of a noble.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
For thou hast made him a little lower than the angels, and hast crowned him with glory and honor.... Thou madest him to have dominion over the works of thy hands;LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Any one who knows what the worth of family affection is among the lower classes, and who has seen the array of little portraits st...uck over a labourer's fireplace ... will perhaps feel with me that in counteracting the tendencies, social and industrial, which every day are sapping the healthier family affections, the sixpenny photograph is doing more for the poor than all the philanthropists in the world.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
When he bit that bud of her lower lip,... she started, shook a finger, arched her brow, and hissed, "Leave me alone, you fool," her eyes narrowing into slits. Whoever kisses such a haughty woman wins the drink of immortality. Those idiot gods churned the ocean for nothing.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
You haven't weighed the consequences for your love,... nor have you any regard for your friends. Why are you making such a jealous fuss now, prude, when it's too late? With your own hands You've brought down upon yourself these coals, their blazing points of flame as bright as Doomsday Fire. So enough now of your crying in the wilderness. You've erased the tracery on your cheek by covering it with your palm. Your sighs have kissed away the juice of your lower lip, tasty as nectar and at every instant, the tear that's stuck in your throat is making your sloping breasts tremble. Unkind girl, anger has become your lover, not I.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
This might be the end of the world. If Joe lost we were back in slavery and beyond help. It would all be true, the accusations tha...t we were lower types of human beings. Only a little higher than apes. True that we were stupid and ugly and lazy and dirty and, unlucky and worst of all, that God Himself hated us and ordained us to be hewers of wood and drawers of water, forever and ever, world without end.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Though of erect nature, man is far above the plants. For man's superior part, his head, is turned toward the superior part of the ...world, and his inferior part is turned toward the inferior world; and therefore he is perfectly disposed as to the general situation of his body. Plants have the superior part turned towards the lower world, since their roots correspond to the mouth, and their inferior parts towards the upper world.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »