|John Bartlett (18201905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.|
| I never could believe that Providence had sent a few men into the world, ready booted and spurred to ride, and millions ready saddled and bridled to be ridden.|
| Richard Rumbold, on the scaffold, 1685. History of England (Macaulay), Chap v.|
| The last link is broken|
That bound me to thee,
And the words thou hast spoken
Have renderd me free.
| Fanny Steers: Song.|
| Old Simon the cellarer keeps a rare store|
Of Malmsey and Malvoisie.
| G. W. Bellamy: Simon the Cellarer.|
| Babylon in all its desolation is a sight not so awful as that of the human mind in ruins. 1|
| Scrope Davies: Letter to Thomas Raikes, May 25, 1835.|
| She s all my fancy painted her;|
She s lovely, she s divine.
| William Mee: Alice Gray.|
| Stately and tall he moves in the hall,|
The chief of a thousand for grace.
| Kate Franklin: Life at Olympus, Ladys Book, Vol. xxiii. p. 33.|
Babylon in ruins is not so melancholy a spectacle (as a distracted person). Joseph Addison: Spectator, No. 421. [back]