If our web be framed with rotten handles, when our loom is well nigh done, our work is new to begin. God send the weaver true pren...tices again, and let them be denizens.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Machinery is aggressive. The weaver becomes a web, the machinist a machine. If you do not use the tools, they use you. All tools a...re in one sense edge-tools, and dangerous.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Oh, busy weaver! unseen weaver!--pause--one word!--whither flows the fabric? what palace may it deck? wherefore all these ceaseles...s toilings? Speak weaver!--stay thy hand!--but one single word with thee! Nay--the shuttle flies--the figures float forth from the loom; the freshet-rushing carpet forever slides away. The weaver-god, he weaves; and by that humming, we, too, who look on the loom are deafened; and only when we escape it shall we hear the thousand voices that speak through it.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Thus the orb he roamed With narrow search, and with inspection deep... Considered every creature, which of all Most opportune might serve his wiles, and found The serpent subtlest beast of all the field.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
So he with difficulty and labour hard Moved on, with difficulty and labour he;... But he once passed, soon after when man fell, Strange alteration! Sin and Death amain Following his track, such was the will of Heaven, Paved after him a broad and beaten way Over the dark abyss, whose boiling gulf Tamely endured a bridge of wondrous length From hell continued reaching th' utmost orb Of this frail world;LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
From man or angel the great Architect Did wisely to conceal, and not divulge... His secrets to be scanned by them who ought Rather admire; or if they list to try Conjecture, he his fabric of the heav'ns Hath left to their disputes, perhaps to move His laughter at their quaint opinions wide Hereafter, when they come to model heav'n And calculate the stars, how they will wield The mighty frame, how build, unbuild, contrive To save appearances, how gird the sphere With centric and eccentric scribbled o'er, Cycle and epicycle, orb in orb.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
His legs bestrid the ocean; his reared arm Crested the world; his voice was propertied... As all the tuned spheres, and that to friends; But when he meant to quail and shake the orb, He was as rattling thunder. For his bounty, There was no winter in 't; an autumn it was That grew the more by reaping. His delights Were dolphinlike; they showed his back above The element they lived in. In his livery Walked crowns and crownets; realms and islands were As plates dropped from his pocket.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
You seem to me as Dian in her orb, As chaste as is the bud ere it be blown;... But you are more intemperate in your blood Than Venus, or those pampered animals That rage in savage sensuality.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
There's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st But in his motion like an angel sings,... Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubins; Such harmony is in immortal souls, But whilst this muddy vesture of decay Doth grossly close it in, we cannot hear it.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »