|Grocott & Ward, comps. Grocotts Familiar Quotations, 6th ed. 189-?.|
|The curfew tolls the knell of parting day,|
The lowing herd wind slowly oer the lea,
The ploughman homeward plods his weary way,
And leaves the world to darkness and to me.
Gray.Elegy, Verse 1.
|What time the labourd ox|
In his loosd traces from the furrow came,
And the swinkd hedger at his supper sat.
Milton.Comus, and the Lady.