|Grocott & Ward, comps. Grocotts Familiar Quotations, 6th ed. 189-?.|
|Make thick my blood,|
Stop up the access and passage to remorse,
That no compunctious visitings of nature
Shake my fell purpose.
Shakespeare.Macbeth, Act I. Scene 5.
|Yet I doubt not through the ages|
One increasing purpose runs,
And the thoughts of men are widend
With the process of the suns.
Tennyson.Locksley Hall, Stanza 69.
|The lights of knowledge and religion, of learning human and divine, of letters, science and the arts, have, as by a law of nature, followed the track of the sun.|
Guthrie.The Gospel in Ezekiel, Chap. ii. Page 39.