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C.N. Douglas, comp. Forty Thousand Quotations: Prose and Poetical. 1917.
Sir Henry Wotton
How happy is he born or taught,That serveth not another’s will;Whose armor is his honest thoughtAnd simple truth his utmost skill!
Lord of himself, though not of lands;And having nothing, yet hath all.
You meaner beauties of the night,That poorly satisfy our eyesMore by your number than your light;You common people of the skies,—What are you when the moon shall rise?
An itch of disputing will prove the scab of churches.
I am but a gatherer and disposer of other men’s stuff.
Idle time not idly spent.
Now all nature seemed in love, and birds had drawn their valentines.