The accusing spirit, which flew up to heavens chancery with the oath, blushed as he gave it in; and the recording angel as he wrote it down dropped a tear upon the word and blotted it out forever.2
Trust that man in nothing who has not a conscience in everything.
Sermon xxvii.
Note 1. Great wits jump.John Byrom: The Nimmers. Buckingham: The Chances, act. iv. sc. 1.
Good wits jump.Cervantes: Don Quixote, part ii. chap. xxxviii. [back]
Note 2. But sad as angels for the good mans sin, Weep to record, and blush to give it in. Thomas Campbell: Pleasures of Hope, part ii. line 357. [back]
Note 3. Dieu mésure le froid à la brebis tondue (God measures the cold to the shorn lamb).Henri Estienne (1594): Prémices, etc. p. 47.