|Grocott & Ward, comps. Grocotts Familiar Quotations, 6th ed. 189-?.|
|When bows were bent, and darts were thrawn,|
For thrang scarce could they flee;
The darts clove arrows as they met,
The arrows dart the tree.
Sir John Bruce.Hardyknute, 2 Percy Reliques, 109.
|In my school-days, when I had lost one shaft,|
I shot his fellow of the self-same flight,
The self-same way, with more advised watch
To find the other; and, by adventuring both,
I oft found both.
Shakespeare.Merchant of Venice, Act I. Scene 1. (Bassanio to Antonio.)
|ART.To me more dear, congenial to my heart,|
One native charm, than all the gloss of art.
Goldsmith.Deserted Village, Line 253.
|And, even while Fashions brightest arts decoy,|
The heart distrusting asks, if this be joy?
Goldsmith.Deserted Village, Line 263.
|Art is long and time is fleeting,|
And our hearts though stout and brave,
Still, like muffled drums are beating
Funeral marches to the grave.
Longfellow.Psalm of Life, Verse 4.