As faith comes--no saying how; one swears by them As for comparisons, they are flowers thrown into the fire As in all great oratory! The key of it is the pathos As the Lord decided, so it would end! "Oh, delicious creed!" As to wit, the sneer is the cloak of clumsiness As fair play as a woman's lord could give her As when nations are secretly preparing for war As if she had never heard him previously enunciate the formula As secretive as they are sensitive As well ask (women) how a battle-field concerns them! As becomes them, they do not look ahead As for titles, the way to defend them is to be worthy of them As if the age were the injury! As little trouble as the heath when the woods are swept Ashamed of letting his ears be filled with secret talk Ask pardon of you, without excusing myself Ask not why, where reason never was Assist in our small sphere; not come mouthing to the footlights At war with ourselves, means the best happiness we can have At the age of forty, men that love love rootedly Attacked my conscience on the cowardly side Automatic creature is subject to the laws of its construction Avoid the position that enforces publishing Back from the altar to discover that she has chained herself Bad laws are best broken Bad luck's not repeated every day Keep heart for the good Bade his audience to beware of princes Bandied the weariful shuttlecock of gallantry Barriers are for those who cannot fly Be the woman and have the last word! Be on your guard the next two minutes he gets you alone Be good and dull, and please everybody Be philosophical, but accept your personal dues Be what you seem, my little one Be politic and give her elbow-room for her natural angles Bear in mind that we are sentimentalists--The eye is our servant Beauchamp's career Beautiful women may believe themselves beloved Beautiful women in her position provoke an intemperateness Beautiful servicelessness Beauty is rare; luckily is it rare Because you loved something better than me Because men can't abide praise of another man Because he stood so high with her now he feared the fall Becoming air of appropriation that made it family history Bed was a rock of refuge and fortified defence Began the game of Pull Beginning to have a movement to kiss the whip Behold the hero embarked in the redemption of an erring beauty Being in heart and mind the brother to the sister with women Being heard at night, in the nineteenth century Belief in the narrative by promoting nausea in the audience Believed in her love, and judged it by the strength of his own Bent double to gather things we have tossed away Better for men of extremely opposite opinions not to meet Between love grown old and indifference ageing to love Beware the silent one of an assembly! Beyond a plot of flowers, a gold-green meadow dipped to a ridge Bitten hard at experience, and know the value of a tooth Borrower to be dancing on Fortune's tight-rope above the old abyss Botched mendings will only make them worse