John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
Charles Churhill 1731-1764 John Bartlett
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| He mouths a sentence as curs mouth a bone. |
| The Rosciad. Line 322. |
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| But, spite of all the criticising elves, Those who would make us feel—must feel themselves. 1 |
| The Rosciad. Line 961. |
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| 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. |
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| No statesman e’er will find it worth his pains To tax our labours and excise our brains. |
| Night. Line 271. |
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| Apt alliteration ’s artful aid. |
| The Prophecy of Famine. Line 86. |
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| There webs were spread of more than common size, And half-starved spiders prey’d on half-starved flies. |
| The Prophecy of Famine. Line 327. |
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| With curious art the brain, too finely wrought, Preys on herself, and is destroyed by thought. |
| Epistle to William Hogarth. Line 645. |
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| Men the most infamous are fond of fame, And those who fear not guilt yet start at shame. |
| The Author. Line 233. |
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| Be England what she will, With all her faults she is my country still. 3 |
| The Farewell. Line 27. |
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| 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] |