John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
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| John Lyly. (1554?–1606) (continued) |
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| How at heaven’s gates she claps her wings, The morne not waking til she sings. 1 |
| Cupid and Campaspe. Act v. Sc. 1. |
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| Be valyaunt, but not too venturous. Let thy attyre bee comely, but not costly. 2 |
| Euphues, 1579 (Arber’s reprint), page 39. |
| 282 |
| Though the Camomill, the more it is trodden and pressed downe the more it spreadeth. 3 |
| Euphues, 1579 (Arber’s reprint), page 46. |
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| The finest edge is made with the blunt whetstone. |
| Euphues, 1579 (Arber’s reprint), page 47. |
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| I cast before the Moone. 4 |
| Euphues, 1579 (Arber’s reprint), page 78. |
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| It seems to me (said she) that you are in some brown study. 5 |
| Euphues, 1579 (Arber’s reprint), page 80. |
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| The soft droppes of rain perce the hard marble; 6 many strokes overthrow the tallest oaks. 7 |
| Euphues, 1579 (Arber’s reprint), page 81. |
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| He reckoneth without his Hostesse. 8 Love knoweth no lawes. |
| Euphues, 1579 (Arber’s reprint), page 84. |
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| Did not Jupiter transforme himselfe into the shape of Amphitrio to embrace Alcmæna; into the form of a swan to enjoy Leda; into a Bull to beguile Io; into a showre of gold to win Danae? 9 |
| Euphues, 1579 (Arber’s reprint), page 93. |
| Note 1. Hark, hark! the lark at heaven’s gat sings, And Phœbus ’gins arise. William Shakespeare: Cymbeline, act ii. sc. 3. [back] |
| Note 2. Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy, But not express’d in fancy; rich, not gaudy. William Shakespeare: Hamlet, act i. sc. 3. [back] |
| Note 3. The camomile, the more it is trodden on the faster it grows.—William Shakespeare: 1 Henry IV. act ii. sc. 4. [back] |
| Note 4. See Heywood, Quotation 25. [back] |
| Note 5. A brown study.—Jonathan Swift: Polite Conversation. [back] |
| Note 6. Water continually dropping will wear hard rocks hollow.—Plutarch: Of the Training of Children. Stillicidi casus lapidem cavat (Continual dropping wears away a stone). Lucretius: i. 314. [back] |
| Note 7. Many strokes, though with a little axe, Hew down and fell the hardest-timber’d oak. William Shakespeare: 3 Henry VI. act ii. sc. 1. [back] |
| Note 8. See Heywood, Quotation 37. [back] |
| Note 9. Jupiter himself was turned into a satyr, a shepherd, a bull, a swan, a golden shower, and what not for love.—Robert Burton: Anatomy of Melancholy, part iii. sec ii. mem. i. subs. 1. [back] |