John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
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| John Dryden. (1631–1700) (continued) |
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| There is a pleasure sure In being mad which none but madmen know. 1 |
| The Spanish Friar. Act ii. Sc. 1. |
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| Lord of humankind. 2 |
| The Spanish Friar. Act ii. Sc. 1. |
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| Bless the hand that gave the blow. 3 |
| The Spanish Friar. Act ii. Sc. 1. |
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| Second thoughts, they say, are best. 4 |
| The Spanish Friar. Act ii. Sc. 2. |
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| He ’s a sure card. |
| The Spanish Friar. Act ii. Sc. 2. |
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| As sure as a gun. 5 |
| The Spanish Friar. Act iii. Sc. 2. |
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| Nor can his blessed soul look down from heaven, Or break the eternal sabbath of his rest. |
| The Spanish Friar. Act v. Sc. 2. |
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| This is the porcelain clay of humankind. 6 |
| Don Sebastian. Act i. Sc. 1. |
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| I have a soul that like an ample shield Can take in all, and verge enough for more. 7 |
| Don Sebastian. Act i. Sc. 1. |
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| A knock-down argument: ’t is but a word and a blow. |
| Amphitryon. Act i. Sc. 1. |
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| Whistling to keep myself from being afraid. 8 |
| Amphitryon. Act iii. Sc. 1. |
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| The true Amphitryon. 9 |
| Amphitryon. Act iv. Sc. 1. |
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| The spectacles of books. |
| Essay on Dramatic Poetry. |
| Note 1. There is a pleasure in poetic pains. Which only poets know. William Cowper: The Timepiece, line 285. [back] |
| Note 2. Lords of humankind.—Oliver Goldsmith: The Traveller, line 327. [back] |
| Note 3. Adore the hand that gives the blow.—John Pomfret: Verses to his Friend. [back] |
| Note 4. Among mortals second thoughts are the wisest.—Euripides: Hippolytus, 438. [back] |
| Note 5. See Butler, Quotation 28. [back] |
| Note 6. The precious porcelain of human clay.—Lord Byron: Don Juan, canto iv. stanza 11. [back] |
| Note 7. Give ample room and verge enough.—Thomas Gray: The Bard, ii. 1. [back] |
| Note 8. Whistling aloud to bear his courage up.—Robert Blair: The Grave, line 58. [back] |
| Note 9. Le véritable Amphitryon Est l’Amphitryon où l’on dîne (The true Amphitryon is the Amphitryon where we dine). Jean Baptiste Molière: Amphitryon, act iii. sc. 5. [back] |