|Grocott & Ward, comps. Grocotts Familiar Quotations, 6th ed. 189-?.|
|The next way home s the farthest way about.|
Quarles.Book IV. Epigram No. 2.
|Theres a strange something, which without a brain|
Fools feel, and which een wise men cant explain,
Planted in man, to bind him to that earth,
In dearest ties, from whence he drew his birth.
Churchill.The Farewell, Line 63.
|For the whole world, without a native home,|
Is nothing but a prison of larger room.
Cowley.To the Bishop of Lincoln.
| Sir Walter Rawleigh, on his return to prison, while some were deploring his fate, said, that the world itself is but a larger prison, out of which some are daily selected for execution.|
Disraeli.Curiosities of Literature, Vol. III. Page 126.
|Thou art my prison, and my homes above.|
Quarles.Book IV. Emblem II. Verse 2.
|Home of the Homeless.|
Longfellow.Evangeline, alluding to the alms-houses.
|Friend of the Friendless, oh! abide with me.|
|Oer hill, dale, and woodland, with rapture we roam;|
Yet returning, still find the dear pleasures at home;
Where the cheerful good-humour gives honesty grace,
And the heart speaks content in the smiles of the face.
Lloyd.Arcadia, Scene 1.
|Breathes there the man with soul so dead,|
Who never to himself hath said,
This is my own, my native land!
Whose heart hath neer within him burnd,
As home his footsteps he hath turnd,
From wandering on a foreign strand!
Scott.Lay of the Last Minstrel, Canto VI. Stanza 1.
| Home is the resort|
Of love, of joy, of peace and plenty, where,
Supporting and supported, polishd friends
And dear relations mingle into bliss.
Thomson.Autumn, Line 65.
|The duteous son, the sire decayd,|
The modest matron, and the blushing maid,
Forced from their homes, a melancholy train,
To traverse climes beyond the western main;
Where wild Oswego spreads her swamps around,
And Niagara stuns with thundering sound.
Goldsmith.The Traveller, Line 407.
|There is no place like home.|
J. Howard Payne.A Song, Home, Sweet Home.
| 1. What happy gale|
Blows you to Padua here, from old Verona?
2. Such wind as scatters young men through the world,
To seek their fortunes farther than at home,
Where small experience grows.
Shakespeare.Taming of the Shrew, Act I. Scene 2. (Hortensio to Petruchio.)
|Home-keeping youth have ever homely wits.|
Shakespeare.Two Gentlemen of Verona, Act I. Scene 1. (Valentine to Proteus.)