|Grocott & Ward, comps. Grocotts Familiar Quotations, 6th ed. 189-?.|
|We loathe what none are left to share:|
Even blisstwere woe alone to bear.
|On you be every bliss; and every day,|
In home-felt joys delighted, roll away,
Yourselves, your wives, your long-descending race,
May every God enrich with every grace.
Pope.The Odyssey, Book XIII. Line 56.