C.N. Douglas, comp. Forty Thousand Quotations: Prose and Poetical. 1917.


None so deaf as those that will not hear.

Mathew Henry.

Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears.


  • This is the slowest, yet the daintiest sense;
  • For ev’n the ears of such as have no skill,
  • Perceive a discord, and conceive offence;
  • And knowing not what’s good, yet find the ill.
  • Sir John Davies.

    Hear me for my cause, and be silent that you may hear.


    Where more is meant than meets the ear.


  • Where did you get that pearly ear?
  • God spoke and it came out to hear.
  • George MacDonald.

  • I was all ear,
  • And took in strains that might create a soul
  • Under the ribs of death.
  • Milton.

  • Within a bony, labyrinthean cave,
  • Reached by the pulse of the aërial wave,
  • This sibyl, sweet, and mystic sense is found,
  • Muse, that presides o’er all the powers of sound.
  • Abraham Coles.

  • These wickets of the soul are plac’d so high,
  • Because all sounds do highly move aloft;
  • And that they may not pierce too violently,
  • They are delay’d with turns and twinings oft.
  • For should the voice directly strike the brain,
  • It would astonish and confuse it much;
  • Therefore these plaits and folds the sound restrain.
  • That it the organ may more gently touch.
  • Sir John Davies.