| John Bartlett (18201905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919. |
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| | | Oliver Goldsmith. (1730?1774) (continued) |
| | | 4365 | When lovely woman stoops to folly, And finds too late that men betray, What charm can soothe her melancholy? What art can wash her guilt away? |
| On Woman. Chap. xxiv. |
| 4366 | The only art her guilt to cover, To hide her shame from every eye, To give repentance to her lover, And wring his bosom, isto die. |
| On Woman. Chap. xxiv. |
| 4367 | | To what fortuitous occurrence do we not owe every pleasure and convenience of our lives. |
| On Woman. Chap. xxi. |
| 4368 | For he who fights and runs away May live to fight another day; But he who is in battle slain Can never rise and fight again. 1 |
| The Art of Poetry on a New Plan (1761). Vol. ii. p. 147. |
| 4369 | | One writer, for instance, excels at a plan or a title-page, another works away the body of the book, and a third is a dab at an index. 2 |
| The Bee. No. 1, Oct. 6, 1759. |
| 4370 | | The true use of speech is not so much to express our wants as to conceal them. 3 |
| The Bee. No. iii. Oct. 20, 1759. |
| | | Thomas Warton. (17281790) |
| | | 4371 | All human race, from China to Peru, 4 Pleasure, howeer disguisd by art, pursue. |
| Universal Love of Pleasure. |
| 4372 | Nor rough, nor barren, are the winding ways Of hoar antiquity, but strewn with flowers. |
| Written on a Blank Leaf of Dugdales Monasticon. |
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