|Grocott & Ward, comps. Grocotts Familiar Quotations, 6th ed. 189-?.|
|Tis pleasant, sure, to see ones name in print;|
A books a book, although theres nothing in t.
Byron.English Bards, Line 51.
|Not twice a twelvemonth, you appear in print,|
And when it comes, the court see nothing in t.
Pope.Epilo. to Sat. Dialogue I. Line 1.
| Shes a book|
To be with care perusd.
Beaumont and Fletcher.The Lovers Progress, Act V. Scene 3.
|A good book is the precious life-blood of a master-spirit, embalmed and treasured up on purpose to a life beyond life.|
|The style which makes books live.|
Jas. Browne, LL.D., Biog. of Leibnitz.
|The virtue of her lively looks|
Excels the precious stone;
I wish to have none other books
To read or look upon.
Anonymous.A praise of his Lady.(Gilfillans Specimens, Vol. I., Page 132.)
|My only books were womans looks,|
And follys all theyve taught me.
Tom Moore.The Time Ive Lost in Wooing. Vol. III. Page 342.
|No unregarded star|
Contracts its light
Into so small a character,
Removed far from our human sight,
But if we steadfast look,
We shall discern
In it as in some holy book,
How man may heavenly knowledge learn.
Habington.Nox nocti, &c., Verse 4.
|Here, in the country, my books are my sole occupation; books my sure solace, and refuge from frivolous cares. Books, the calmers, as well as the instruction of the mind.|
Mrs. Inchbald.To Marry or not to Marry, Act II. Scene 2.
|Come, my best friends, my books! and lead me on.|
Cowley.The Motto, Line 25.
|Sir, he hath never fed of the dainties that are bred in a book.|
Shakespeare.Loves Labours Lost, Act IV. Scene 2.
| Books, dear books,|
Have been, and are my comforts; morn and night,
Adversity, prosperity, at home,
Abroad, health, sicknessgood or ill report,
The same firm friends; the same refreshment rich,
And source of consolation.
Dr. Dodd.Thoughts in Prison, Third Week. Pliny, Junior.Epistle I. Line 8.
|Shall we not believe books in print?|
Beaumont and Fletcher.The Night Walker, Act III. Scene 4.
|Books cannot always please, however good;|
Minds are not ever craving for their food.
Crabbe.The Borough, Letter 24.