|Grocott & Ward, comps. Grocotts Familiar Quotations, 6th ed. 189-?.|
|Soothd with the sound, the king grew vain,|
Fought all his battles oer again;
And thrice he routed all his foes,
And thrice he slew the slain.
Dryden.Alexanders Feast, Verse 4.
|The broken soldier, kindly bid to stay,|
Sat by his fire, and talkd the night away;
Wept oer his wounds, or tales of sorrow done,
Shoulderd his crutch, and showd how fields were won.
Goldsmith.The Deserted Village, Line 155.