|John Bartlett (18201905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.|
|Charles Churchill. (17311764)|
| He mouths a sentence as curs mouth a bone.|
| The Rosciad. Line 322.|
| But, spite of all the criticising elves,|
Those who would make us feelmust feel themselves. 1
| The Rosciad. Line 961.|
| Who to patch up his fame, or fill his purse,|
Still pilfers wretched plans, and makes them worse;
Like gypsies, lest the stolen brat be known,
Defacing first, then claiming for his own. 2
| The Apology. Line 232.|
| No statesman eer will find it worth his pains|
To tax our labours and excise our brains.
| Night. Line 271.|
| Apt alliteration s artful aid.|
| The Prophecy of Famine. Line 86.|
| There webs were spread of more than common size,|
And half-starved spiders preyd on half-starved flies.
| The Prophecy of Famine. Line 327.|
| With curious art the brain, too finely wrought,|
Preys on herself, and is destroyed by thought.
| Epistle to William Hogarth. Line 645.|
| Men the most infamous are fond of fame,|
And those who fear not guilt yet start at shame.
| The Author. Line 233.|
| Be England what she will,|
With all her faults she is my country still. 3
| The Farewell. Line 27.|
| Wherever waves can roll, and winds can blow. 4|
| The Farewell. Line 38.|
Si vis me flere, dolendum est
Primum ipsi tibi
(If you wish me to weep, you yourself must first feel grief).
Horace: Ars Poetica, v. 102. [back]
Steal! to be sure they may; and, egad, serve your best thoughts as gypsies do stolen children,disguise them to make em pass for their own.Richard Brinsley Sheridan: The Critic, act i. sc. i. [back]
England, with all thy faults I love thee still,
William Cowper: The Task, book ii. The Timepiece, line 206. [back]
Far as the breeze can bear, the billows foam.Lord Byron: The Corsair, canto i. stanza 1. [back]