|Grocott & Ward, comps. Grocotts Familiar Quotations, 6th ed. 189-?.|
|The restless merchant, he that loves to steep|
His brains in wealth, and lays his soul to sleep
In bags of bullion, sees th immortal crown,
And fain would mount, but ingots keep him down:
He brags to-day, perchance, and begs to-morrow:
He lent but now, wants credit now to borrow.
Blow, winds, the treasures gone, the merchants broke;
A slave to silvers but a slave to smoke.
Quarles.Book II. Emblem 4.
| In Venice state|
Where merchants gilt the top.
Marston.What You Will, Act I.
|Strike, louder strike, th ennobling strings,|
To those whose merchant sons were kings.
Collins.Ode to Liberty, Line 42.
|Whose merchants are princes.|
Isaiah, Chap. xxiii. Ver. 8. (On the overthrow of the city of Tyre.)