John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
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Thomas Dekker. (1570–1632) (continued) |
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The best of men That e’er wore earth about him was a sufferer; A soft, meek, patient, humble, tranquil spirit, The first true gentleman that ever breathed. 1 |
The Honest Whore. Part i. Act i. Sc. 12. |
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I was ne’er so thrummed since I was a gentleman. 2 |
The Honest Whore. Part i. Act iv. Sc. 2. |
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This principle is old, but true as fate,— Kings may love treason, but the traitor hate. 3 |
The Honest Whore. Part i. Act iv. Sc. 4. |
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We are ne’er like angels till our passion dies. |
The Honest Whore. Part ii. Act i. Sc. 2. |
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Turn over a new leaf. 4 |
The Honest Whore. Part ii. Act ii. Sc. 1. |
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To add to golden numbers golden numbers. |
Patient Grissell. Act i. Sc. 1. |
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Honest labour bears a lovely face. |
Patient Grissell. Act i. Sc. 1. |
Joseph Hall. (1574–1656) |
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Moderation is the silken string running through the pearl chain of all virtues. |
Christian Moderation. Introduction. |
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Death borders upon our birth, and our cradle stands in the grave. 5 |
Epistles. Dec. iii. Ep. 2. |
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There is many a rich stone laid up in the bowels of the earth, many a fair pearl laid up in the bosom of the sea, that never was seen, nor never shall be. 6 |
Contemplations. Book iv. The veil of Moses. |
Note 1. Of the offspring of the gentilman Jafeth come Habraham, Moyses, Aron, and the profettys; also the Kyng of the right lyne of Mary, of whom that gentilman Jhesus was borne.—Juliana Berners: Heraldic Blazonry. [back] |
Note 2. See Shakespeare, King John, Quotation 10. [back] |
Note 3. Cæsar said he loved the treason, but hated the traitor.—Plutarch: Life of Romulus. [back] |
Note 4. See Middleton, Quotation 25. [back] |
Note 5. And cradles rock us nearer to the tomb. Our birth is nothing but our death begun. Edward Young: Night Thoughts, night v. line 718. [back] |
Note 6. Full many a gem of purest ray serene The dark, unfathomed caves of ocean bear. Thomas Gray: Elegy, stanza 14. [back] |