|Grocott & Ward, comps. Grocotts Familiar Quotations, 6th ed. 189-?.|
|Infusing him with self and vain conceit,|
As if this flesh, which walls about our life,
Were brass impregnable,and humoured thus,
Comes at the last, and with a little pin
Bores through his castle walls andfarewell King!
Shakespeare.King Richard II., Act III. Scene 2. (To his Nobles.)
|O, that this too too solid flesh would melt,|
Thaw, and resolve itself into a dew!
Shakespeare.Hamlet, Act I. Scene 2. (Soliloquy on the unprofitableness of the world, the recent marriage of his mother, and the comparison between his uncle and his father.)