|Hoyt & Roberts, comps. Hoyts New Cyclopedia of Practical Quotations. 1922.|
|In durance vile here must I wake and weep,|
And all my frowsy couch in sorrow steep.
BurnsEpistle from Esopus to Maria in Chambers Burns Life and Work. Vol. IV.
|Wheneer with haggard eyes I view|
This dungeon that Im rotting in,
I think of those companions true
Who studied with me at the U-
Niversity of Göttingen.
George CanningSong. Of One Eleven Years in Prison. Found in The Poetry of the Anti-Jacobin. Also in Burlesque Plays and Poems, edited by Henry Morley.
|Prisond in a parlour snug and small,|
Like bottled wasps upon a southern wall.
CowperRetirement. L. 493.
| And a bird-cage, sir, said Sam. Veels vithin veels, a prison in a prison.|
DickensPickwick Papers. Ch. XL.
|As if a wheel had been in the midst of a wheel.|
Ezekiel. X. 10.
|In durance vile.|
William KendrickFalstaffs Wedding. Act I. Sc. 2. BurkeThoughts on the Present Discontent.
|That which the world miscalls a jail,|
A private closet is to me.
* * * * *
Locks, bars, and solitude together met,
Make me no prisoner, but an anchoret.
Attributed to Sir Roger LEstrange. Also to Lord Capel. Found in the New Foundling Hospital for Wit. (Ed. 1786). IV. 40, as a supplementary stanza. See Notes and Queries, April 10, 1909. P. 288.
|Stone walls do not a prison make,|
Nor iron bars a cage,
Minds innocent and quiet take
That for an hermitage.
LovelaceTo Althea, from Prison. IV.
|Doubles grilles à gros cloux,|
Triples portes, forts verroux,
Aux âmes vraiment méchantes
Vous représentez lenfer:
Mais aux âmes innocentes
Vous netes que du bois, des pierres, du fer.
Fast closed with double grills
And triple gatesthe cell
To wicked souls is hell;
But to a mind thats innocent
Tis only iron, wood and stone.
PelissonWritten on the walls of his cell in the Bastile. (About 1661).
|Nor stony tower, nor walls of beaten brass,|
Nor airless dungeon, nor strong links of iron,
Can be retentive to the strength of spirit;
But life, being weary of these worldly bars,
Never lacks power to dismiss itself.
Julius Cæsar. Act I. Sc. 3. L. 93.
|I have been studying how I may compare|
This prison where I live unto the world:
And for because the world is populous
And here is not a creature but myself,
I cannot do it; yet Ill hammer it out.
Richard II. Act V. Sc. 5. L. 1.