John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
Charles Sprague 1791-1875 John Bartlett
| 1 |
| Lo where the stage, the poor, degraded stage, Holds its warped mirror to a gaping age. |
| Curiosity. |
| 2 |
| Through life’s dark road his sordid way he wends, An incarnation of fat dividends. |
| Curiosity. |
| 3 |
| Behold! in Liberty’s unclouded blaze We lift our heads, a race of other days. |
| Centennial Ode. Stanza 22. |
| 4 |
| Yes, social friend, I love thee well, In learned doctors’ spite; Thy clouds all other clouds dispel, And lap me in delight. |
| To my Cigar. |