|John Bartlett (18201905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.|
|Samuel Foote. (17201777)|
| He made him a hut, wherein he did put|
The carcass of Robinson Crusoe.
O poor Robinson Crusoe!
| The Mayor of Garratt. Act i. Sc. 1.|
| Born in a cellar, and living in a garret. 1|
| The Author. Act ii.|
|James Fordyce. (17201796)|
| Henceforth the majesty of God revere;|
Fear Him, and you have nothing else to fear. 2
| Answer to a Gentleman who apologized to the Author for Swearing.|
|Mark Akenside. (17211770)|
| Such and so various are the tastes of men.|
| Pleasures of the Imagination. Book iii. Line 567.|
| Than Timoleons arms require,|
And Tullys curule chair, and Miltons golden lyre.
| Ode. On a Sermon against Glory. Stanza ii.|
| The man forget not, though in rags he lies,|
And know the mortal through a crowns disguise.
| Epistle to Curio.|
| Seeks painted trifles and fantastic toys,|
And eagerly pursues imaginary joys.
| The Virtuoso. Stanza x.|
See Congreve, Quotation 7.
Born in the garret, in the kitchen bred.Lord Byron: A Sketch. [back]
Je crains Dieu, cher Abner, et nai point dautre crainte (I fear God, dear Abner, and I have no ther fear).Racine: Athalie, act i. sc. 1 (16391699).
From Piety, whose soul sincere
Fears God, and knows no other fear.W. Smyth: Ode for the Installation of the Duke of Gloucester as Chancellor of Cambridge. [back]