| John Bartlett (18201905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919. |
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| Charles Churchill. (17311764) |
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| 1 | | He mouths a sentence as curs mouth a bone. |
| The Rosciad. Line 322. |
| 2 | But, spite of all the criticising elves, Those who would make us feelmust feel themselves. 1 |
| The Rosciad. Line 961. |
| 3 | Who to patch up his fame, or fill his purse, Still pilfers wretched plans, and makes them worse; Like gypsies, lest the stolen brat be known, Defacing first, then claiming for his own. 2 |
| The Apology. Line 232. |
| 4 | No statesman eer will find it worth his pains To tax our labours and excise our brains. |
| Night. Line 271. |
| 5 | | Apt alliteration s artful aid. |
| The Prophecy of Famine. Line 86. |
| 6 | There webs were spread of more than common size, And half-starved spiders preyd on half-starved flies. |
| The Prophecy of Famine. Line 327. |
| 7 | With curious art the brain, too finely wrought, Preys on herself, and is destroyed by thought. |
| Epistle to William Hogarth. Line 645. |
| 8 | Men the most infamous are fond of fame, And those who fear not guilt yet start at shame. |
| The Author. Line 233. |
| 9 | Be England what she will, With all her faults she is my country still. 3 |
| The Farewell. Line 27. |
| 10 | | Wherever waves can roll, and winds can blow. 4 |
| The Farewell. Line 38. |
| | Note 1. Si vis me flere, dolendum est Primum ipsi tibi (If you wish me to weep, you yourself must first feel grief). Horace: Ars Poetica, v. 102. [back] | Note 2. Steal! to be sure they may; and, egad, serve your best thoughts as gypsies do stolen children,disguise them to make em pass for their own.Richard Brinsley Sheridan: The Critic, act i. sc. i. [back] | Note 3. England, with all thy faults I love thee still, My country! William Cowper: The Task, book ii. The Timepiece, line 206. [back] | Note 4. Far as the breeze can bear, the billows foam.Lord Byron: The Corsair, canto i. stanza 1. [back] |
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