|Grocott & Ward, comps. Grocotts Familiar Quotations, 6th ed. 189-?.|
|Death only this mysterious truth unfolds,|
The mighty soul, how small a body holds.
Juvenal.Sat. 10. (Dryden.)
|A soul without reflection, like a pile|
Without inhabitant, to ruin runs.
Dr. Young.Night V. Line 596.
|And the weak soul, within itself unblest,|
Leans for all pleasure on anothers breast.
Goldsmith.The Traveller, Line 271.
|A pure ingenuous elegance of soul,|
A delicate refinement, known to few,
Perplexd his breast.
| Within this wall of flesh|
There is a soul counts thee her creditor,
And with advantage means to pay thy love.
Shakespeare.King John, Act III. Scene 3. (The King to Hubert.)
|The souls dark cottage, batterd and decayd,|
Lets in new light through chinks that time has made;
Stronger by weakness, wiser men become,
As they draw nearer to their eternal home.
Waller.On his Divine Poems.
|I am positive I have a soul; nor can all the books with which materialists have pestered the world, ever convince me to the contrary.|
Sterne.Sentimental Journey, Maria, Moulines, last three Lines.
|The soul, secured in her existence, smiles|
At the drawn dagger, and defies its point.
Addison.Cato, Act V. Scene 1.
|The light of love, the purity of grace,|
The mind, the music breathing from her face,
The heart whose softness harmonized the whole
And, oh! that eye was in itself a soul!
Byron.The Bride of Abydos, Canto I. Stanza 6.
| Such souls|
Whose sudden visitations daze the world,
Vanish like lightning, but they leave behind
A voice that in the distance far away
Wakens the slumbering ages.
H. Taylor.Van Artevelde, Act I. Scene 7.