|Hoyt & Roberts, comps. Hoyts New Cyclopedia of Practical Quotations. 1922.|
|You have the Pyrrhic dance as yet,|
Where is the Pyrrhic phalanx gone?
Of two such lessons, why forget
The nobler and the manlier one?
You have the letters Cadmus gave
Think ye he meant them for a slave?
ByronDon Juan. Canto III. St. 86. 10.
|A gilded halo hovering round decay.|
ByronGiaour. L. 100.
|He that loves a rosy cheek,|
Or a coral lip admires,
Or from star-like eyes doth seek
Fuel to maintain his fires;
As old Time makes these decay,
So his flames must waste away.
Thomas CarewDisdain Returned.
|A worm is in the bud of youth,|
And at the root of age.
CowperStanzas Subjoined to a Bill of Mortality.
|An age that melts with unperceivd decay,|
And glides in modest innocence away.
Samuel JohnsonVanity of Human Wishes. L. 293.
| There seems to be a constant decay of all our ideas; even of those which are struck deepest, and in minds the most retentive, so that if they be not sometimes renewed by repeated exercises of the senses, or reflection on those kinds of objects which at first occasioned them, the print wears out, and at last there remains nothing to be seen.|
LockeHuman Understanding. Bk. II. Ch. 10.
|All thats bright must fade,|
The brightest still the fleetest;
All thats sweet was made
But to be lost when sweetest.
MooreNational Airs. Indian Air.
|The ripest fruit first falls, and so doth he;|
His time is spent.
Richard II. Act II. Sc. 1. L. 153.
|As is the bud bit with an envious worm,|
Ere he can spread his sweet leaves to the air,
Or dedicate his beauty to the sun.
Romeo and Juliet. Act I. Sc. 1. L. 157. (Folio and earlier editions give same for sun.)
| In the sweetest bud|
The eating canker dwells.
Two Gentlemen of Verona. Act I. Sc. 1. L. 42.
|I shall be like that tree,I shall die at the top.|
SwiftScotts Life of Swift.
|Fires that shook me once, but now to silent ashes falln away.|
Cold upon the dead volcano sleeps the gleam of dying day.
TennysonLocksley Hall. Sixty Years After. St. 21.