I'the commonwealth I would by contraries Execute all things; for no kind of traffic... Would I admit; no name of magistrate; Letters should not be known; riches, poverty, And use of service, none; contract, succession, Bourn, bound of land, tilth, vineyard, none; No use of metal, corn, or wine, or oil; No occupation; all men idle, all, And women too, but innocent and pure.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Have you never been moved by poor men's fidelity, the image of you they form in their simple minds? Why should you always talk of ...their envy, without understanding that what they ask of you is not so much your worldly goods, as something very hard to define, which they themselves can put no name to; yet at times it consoles their loneliness; a dream of splendor, of magnificence, a tawdry dream, a poor man's dream--and yet God blesses it!LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The record of one's life must needs prove more interesting to him who writes it than to him who reads what has been written. ..."I have no name: "I am but two days old." What shall I call thee? "I happy am, "Joy is my name." Sweet joy befall thee!LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Now folks, I hereby declare the first church of Tombstone, which ain't got no name yet or no preacher either, officially dedicated.... Now I don't pretend to be no preacher, but I've read the Good Book from cover to cover and back again, and I nary found one word agin dancin'. So we'll commence by havin' a dad blasted good dance.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
What had really caused the women's movement was the additional years of human life. At the turn of the century women's life expect...ancy was forty-six; now it was nearly eighty. Our groping sense that we couldn't live all those years in terms of motherhood alone was "the problem that had no name." Realizing that it was not some freakish personal fault but our common problem as women had enabled us to take the first steps to change our lives.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Society is all but rude, To this delicious solitude....
No white nor red was ever seen So amorous as this lovely green. Fond lovers, cruel as their flame, Cut in these trees their mistress' name: Little, alas, they know or heed How far these beauties hers exceed! Fair trees, wheresoe'er your barks I wound, No name shall but your own be found.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »