John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
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Hannah More. (1745–1833) |
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To those who know thee not, no words can paint! And those who know thee, know all words are faint! |
Sensibility. |
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Since trifles make the sum of human things, And half our misery from our foibles springs. |
Sensibility. |
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In men this blunder still you find,— All think their little set mankind. |
Florio. Part i. |
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Small habits well pursued betimes May reach the dignity of crimes. |
Florio. Part i. |
Lord Stowell. (1745–1836) |
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A dinner lubricates business. |
Life of Johnson (Boswell). Vol. viii. p. 67, note. |
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The elegant simplicity of the three per cents. 1 |
Lives of the Lord Chancellors (Campbell). Vol. x. Chap. 212. |
Sir William Jones. (1746–1794) |
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Than all Bocara’s vaunted gold, Than all the gems of Samarcand. |
A Persian Song of Hafiz. |
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Go boldly forth, my simple lay, Whose accents flow with artless ease, Like orient pearls at random strung. 2 |
A Persian Song of Hafiz. |
Note 1. The sweet simplicity of the three per cents.—Benjamin Disraeli (Earl Beaconsfield): Endymion. [back] |
Note 2. ’T was he that ranged the words at random flung, Pierced the fair pearls and them together strung. Eastwick: Anvari Suhaili. (Translated from Firdousi.) [back] |