|Grocott & Ward, comps. Grocotts Familiar Quotations, 6th ed. 189-?.|
|The Greeks, breathing might, advanced in silence, anxious in mind to aid one another.|
Buckleys Homer.The Iliad, Book III.
| Thus they,|
Breathing united force with fixed thought,
Moved on in silence.
Milton.Paradise Lost, Book I. Line 559.
|Cease to consult, the time for action calls,|
War, horrid war, approaches to your walls!
Pope.The Iliad, Book II. Line 697.
|Now hear the trumpets clangour from afar,|
And all the dreadful harmony of war.
|Let the gulld fool the toils of war pursue,|
Where bleed the many to enrich the few.
Shenstone.The Judgment of Hercules, Line 158.
|The surly drums beat terrible afar,|
With all the dreadful music of the war.
Broome.Seat of War in Flanders.
|Grim-visaged war hath smoothd his wrinkled front.|
Shakespeare.King Richard III., Act I. Scene 1. (Glosters Soliloquy, before he betrays his brother Clarence.)
|List his discourse of war, and you shall hear|
A fearful battle renderd you in music.
Shakespeare.King Henry V., Act I. Scene 1. (Archbishop of Canterbury to the Bishop of Eli.)
|In war and love none should be twice deceived.|
Dryden.Conquest of Granada, Part II. Act II. Scene 1.
|If you miscarry you are lost so far,|
For theres no erring twice in love and war.
|The harsh and boistrous tongue of war.|
Shakespeare.King Henry IV., Part II. Act IV. Scene 1. (Westmoreland to the Archbishop.)
|Horribly stuffd with epithets of war.|
Shakespeare.Othello, Act I. Scene 1. (Iago to Roderigo.)
|Like, or find fault; do as your pleasures are;|
Now good or bad, tis but the chance of war.
Shakespeare.Troilus and Cress. Prologue.
|War, he sung, is toil and trouble;|
Honour but an empty bubble.
Dryden.Alexanders Feast, Verse 5.
|My voice is still for war.|
Addison.Cato, Act II. Scene 1.
|The mad game the world so loves to play.|
Swift.Ode to Sir Wm. Temple, Stanza 5.
| Victuals and ammunition,|
And money too, the sinews of the war,
Are stored up in the magazine.
Beaumont and Fletcher.The Fair Maid of the Inn, Act I. Scene 2. Massinger.Duke of Milan, Act III. Scene 1.
|French General. Capitulation.|
Palafox. War to the knife!
|1. War, war, my noble father!|
2. Thus I fling it;
And fair-eyed peace, farewell!
Beaumont and Fletcher.The Humourous Lieutenant, Act I. Scene 1.
|War its thousands slays, peace its ten thousands.|
Dr. Porteus.Death, a Poem, Line 178.