| John Bartlett (18201905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919. |
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| | | Thomas Dekker. (15701632) (continued) |
| | | 2075 | The best of men That eer wore earth about him was a sufferer; A soft, meek, patient, humble, tranquil spirit, The first true gentleman that ever breathed. 1 |
| The Honest Whore. Part i. Act i. Sc. 12. |
| 2076 | | I was neer so thrummed since I was a gentleman. 2 |
| The Honest Whore. Part i. Act iv. Sc. 2. |
| 2077 | This principle is old, but true as fate, Kings may love treason, but the traitor hate. 3 |
| The Honest Whore. Part i. Act iv. Sc. 4. |
| 2078 | | We are neer like angels till our passion dies. |
| The Honest Whore. Part ii. Act i. Sc. 2. |
| 2079 | | Turn over a new leaf. 4 |
| The Honest Whore. Part ii. Act ii. Sc. 1. |
| 2080 | | To add to golden numbers golden numbers. |
| Patient Grissell. Act i. Sc. 1. |
| 2081 | | Honest labour bears a lovely face. |
| Patient Grissell. Act i. Sc. 1. |
| | | Joseph Hall. (15741656) |
| | | 2082 | | Moderation is the silken string running through the pearl chain of all virtues. |
| Christian Moderation. Introduction. |
| 2083 | | Death borders upon our birth, and our cradle stands in the grave. 5 |
| Epistles. Dec. iii. Ep. 2. |
| 2084 | | There is many a rich stone laid up in the bowels of the earth, many a fair pearl laid up in the bosom of the sea, that never was seen, nor never shall be. 6 |
| Contemplations. Book iv. The veil of Moses. |
| | Note 1. Of the offspring of the gentilman Jafeth come Habraham, Moyses, Aron, and the profettys; also the Kyng of the right lyne of Mary, of whom that gentilman Jhesus was borne.Juliana Berners: Heraldic Blazonry. [back] | Note 2. See Shakespeare, King John, Quotation 10. [back] | Note 3. Cæsar said he loved the treason, but hated the traitor.Plutarch: Life of Romulus. [back] | Note 4. See Middleton, Quotation 25. [back] | Note 5. And cradles rock us nearer to the tomb. Our birth is nothing but our death begun. Edward Young: Night Thoughts, night v. line 718. [back] | Note 6. Full many a gem of purest ray serene The dark, unfathomed caves of ocean bear. Thomas Gray: Elegy, stanza 14. [back] |
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