John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
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| Robert Burton. (1577–1640) (continued) |
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| The commonwealth of Venice in their armoury have this inscription: “Happy is that city which in time of peace thinks of war.” |
| Anatomy of Melancholy. Part ii. Sect. 2, Memb. 6. |
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| “Let me not live,” saith Aretine’s Antonia, “if I had not rather hear thy discourse than see a play.” |
| Anatomy of Melancholy. Part iii. Sect. 1, Memb. 1, Subsect. 1. |
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| Every schoolboy hath that famous testament of Grunnius Corocotta Porcellus at his fingers’ end. |
| Anatomy of Melancholy. Part iii. Sect. 1, Memb. 1, Subsect. 1. |
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| Birds of a feather will gather together. |
| Anatomy of Melancholy. Part iii. Sect. 1, Memb. 1, Subsect. 2. |
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| And this is that Homer’s golden chain, which reacheth down from heaven to earth, by which every creature is annexed, and depends on his Creator. |
| Anatomy of Melancholy. Part iii. Sect. 1, Memb. 2, Subsect. 1. |
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| And hold one another’s noses to the grindstone hard. 1 |
| Anatomy of Melancholy. Part iii. Sect. 1, Memb. 3. |
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| Every man for himself, his own ends, the Devil for all. 2 |
| Anatomy of Melancholy. Part iii. Sect. 1, Memb. 3. |
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| No cord nor cable can so forcibly draw, or hold so fast, as love can do with a twined thread. 3 |
| Anatomy of Melancholy. Part iii. Sect. 2, Memb. 1, Subsect. 2. |
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| To enlarge or illustrate this power and effect of love is to set a candle in the sun. |
| Anatomy of Melancholy. Part iii. Sect. 2, Memb. 1, Subsect. 2. |
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| He is only fantastical that is not in fashion. |
| Anatomy of Melancholy. Part iii. Sect. 2, Memb. 2, Subsect. 3. |
| Note 1. See Heywood, Quotation 30. [back] |
| Note 2. See Heywood, Quotation 130. [back] |
| Note 3. Those curious locks so aptly twin’d, Whose every hair a soul doth bind. Thomas Carew: Think not ’cause men flattering say. One hair of a woman can draw more than a hundred pair of oxen.—Howell: Letters, book ii. iv. (1621). She knows her man, and when you rant and swear, Can draw you to her with a single hair. John Dryden: Persius, satire v. line 246. Beauty draws us with a single hair.—Alexander Pope: The Rape of the Lock, canto ii. line 27. And from that luckless hour my tyrant fair Has led and turned me by a single hair. Bland: Anthology, p. 20 (edition 1813). [back] |