Division Quote by William Shakespeare

“They staggered and stumbled, wounded but triumphant, singing the old Welsh folk song “Ar Lan y Môr.” And if there was something odd about…

— Patricia Briggs

For the uttering sweetly and properly the conceit of the mind, English hath it equally with any other tongue in the world.

— Philip Sidney

May, queen of blossoms, And fulfilling flowers, With what pretty music Shall we charm the hours? Wilt thou have pipe and reed, Blown in…

— Edward Thurlow, 1st Baron Thurlow

I love the language, it sounds as if it should be writ on satin with syllables which breathe of the sweet South

— Lord Byron

Be kind to thy father, for when thou were young, who loved thee so fondly as he? He caught the first accents that fell…

— Anonymous

Sweet Echo, sweetest Nymph that liv'st unseen Within thy airy shell By slow Meander's margent green, And in the violet imbroider'd vale Where the…

— John Milton

I must confess... I don't know any tongue but the Nether-Dutch.

— Antonie van Leeuwenhoek

What early tongue so sweet saluteth me?

— William Shakespeare

Come o'er the eastern hills, and let our winds Kiss thy perfumed garments; let us taste Thy morn and evening breath; scatter thy pearls…

— William Blake

Sweet is the day of sacred rest; No mortal cares shall seize my breast; O may my heart in tune be found Like David's…

— Isaac Watts

Sweet was the sound, when oft, at evening's close, Up yonder hill the village murmur rose; There as I passed, with careless steps and…

— Oliver Goldsmith

“All-cheering Plenty, with her flowing horn, Led yellow Autumn, wreath'd with nodding corn." [ Brigs of Ayr ]”

— Robert Burns