| John Bartlett (18201905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919. |
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| | | John Donne. (15721631) |
| | | 2035 | He was the Word, that spake it: He took the bread and brake it; And what that Word did make it, I do believe and take it. 1 |
| Divine Poems. On the Sacrament. |
| 2036 | We understood Her by her sight; her pure and eloquent blood Spoke in her cheeks, and so distinctly wrought That one might almost say her body thought. |
| Funeral Elegies. On the Death of Mistress Drury. |
| 2037 | | She and comparisons are odious. 2 |
| Elegy 8. The Comparison. |
| 2038 | | Who are a little wise the best fools be. 3 |
| The Triple Fool. |
| | | Ben Jonson. (15721637) |
| | | 2039 | | It was a mighty while ago. |
| Every Man in his Humour. Act i. Sc. 3. |
| 2040 | | Hang sorrow! care ll kill a cat. 4 |
| Every Man in his Humour. Act i. Sc. 3. |
| 2041 | | As he brews, so shall he drink. |
| Every Man in his Humour. Act ii. Sc. 1. |
| 2042 | Get money; still get money, boy, No matter by what means. 5 |
| Every Man in his Humour. Act ii. Sc. 3. |
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