John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
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John Lyly. (1554?–1606) (continued) |
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Lette me stande to the maine chance. 1 |
Euphues, 1579 (Arber’s reprint), page 104. |
290 |
I mean not to run with the Hare and holde with the Hounde. 2 |
Euphues, 1579 (Arber’s reprint), page 107. |
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It is a world to see. 3 |
Euphues, 1579 (Arber’s reprint), page 116. |
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There can no great smoke arise, but there must be some fire. 4 |
Euphues and his Euphœbus, page 153. |
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A clere conscience is a sure carde. 5 |
Euphues, page 207. |
294 |
As lyke as one pease is to another. |
Euphues, page 215. |
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Goe to bed with the Lambe, and rise with the Larke. 6 |
Euphues and his England, page 229. |
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A comely olde man as busie as a bee. |
Euphues and his England, page 252. |
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Maydens, be they never so foolyshe, yet beeing fayre they are commonly fortunate. |
Euphues and his England, page 279. |
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Where the streame runneth smoothest, the water is deepest. 7 |
Euphues and his England, page 287. |
299 |
Your eyes are so sharpe that you cannot onely looke through a Milstone, but cleane through the minde. |
Euphues and his England, page 289. |
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I am glad that my Adonis hath a sweete tooth in his head. |
Euphues and his England, page 308. |
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A Rose is sweeter in the budde than full blowne. 8 |
Euphues and his England, page 314. |
Note 1. The main chance.—William Shakespeare: 1 Henry VI. act i. sc. 1. Samuel Butler: Hudibras, part ii. canto ii. John Dryden: Persius, satire vi. [back] |
Note 2. See Heywood, Quotation 47. [back] |
Note 3. ’T is a world to see.—William Shakespeare: Taming of the Shrew, act ii. sc. 1. [back] |
Note 4. See Heywood, Quotation 102. [back] |
Note 5. This is a sure card.—Thersytes, circa 1550. [back] |
Note 6. To rise with the lark and go to bed with the lamb.—Breton: Court and Country, 1618 (reprint, page 182). Rise with the lark, and with the lark to bed.—James Hurdis: The Village Curate. [back] |
Note 7. See Raleigh, Quotation 3. [back] |
Note 8. The rose is fairest when ’t is budding new.—Sir Walter Scott: Lady of the Lake, canto iii. st. 1. [back] |