| C.N. Douglas, comp. Forty Thousand Quotations: Prose and Poetical. 1917. | | | | Hearing |
| | | None so deaf as those that will not hear. Mathew Henry. | 1 |
| Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears. Shakespeare. | 2 |
| | 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. | 3 |
| Hear me for my cause, and be silent that you may hear. Shakespeare. | 4 |
| Where more is meant than meets the ear. Milton. | 5 |
| | Where did you get that pearly ear? |
| God spoke and it came out to hear. |
George MacDonald. | 6 |
| | I was all ear, |
| And took in strains that might create a soul |
| Under the ribs of death. |
Milton. | 7 |
| | 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. | 8 |
| | 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. | 9 | | |
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