|Hoyt & Roberts, comps. Hoyts New Cyclopedia of Practical Quotations. 1922.|
| Grant that the old Adam in these persons may be so buried, that the new man may be raised up in them.|
Book of Common Prayer. Baptism of those of Riper Years.
|The oyster-women lockd their fish up,|
And trudged away to cry, No Bishop.
ButlerHudibras. Pt. I. Canto II. L. 537.
|All zeal for a reform, that gives offence|
To peace and charity, is mere pretence.
CowperCharity. L. 533.
|But tis the talent of our English nation,|
Still to be plotting some new reformation.
DrydenPrologue to Sophonisba. L. 9.
|He bought a Bible of the new translation,|
And in his life he showd great reformation;
He walkèd mannerly and talked meekly;
He heard three lectures and two sermons weekly;
He vowd to shun all companions unruly,
And in his speech he used no oath but truly;
And zealously to keep the Sabbaths rest.
Sir John HarringtonOf a Precise Tailor.
| The Bolshevists would blow up the fabric with high explosive, with horror. Others would pull down with the crowbars and with cranksespecially with cranks
. Sweating, slums, the sense of semi-slavery in labour, must go. We must cultivate a sense of manhood by treating men as men.|
Lloyd GeorgeSpeech, Dec. 6, 1919.
|My desolation does begin to make|
A better life.
Antony and Cleopatra. Act V. Sc. 2. L. 1.
|And like bright metal on a sullen ground,|
My reformation, glittering oer my fault,
Shall show more goodly and attract more eyes
Than that which hath no foil to set it off.
Henry IV. Pt. I. Act I. Sc. 2. L. 236.
|Never came reformation in a flood.|
Henry V. Act I. Sc. 1. L. 33.
| I do not mean to be disrespectful, but the attempt of the Lords to stop the progress of reform, reminds me very forcibly of the great storm of Sidmouth, and of the conduct of the excellent Mrs. Partington on that occasion. In the winter of 1824, there set in a great flood upon that townthe tide rose to an incredible height: the waves rushed in upon the houses, and everything was threatened with destruction. In the midst of this sublime and terrible storm, Dame Partington, who lived upon the beach, was seen at the door of her house with mop and pattens, trundling her mop, squeezing out the sea water, and vigorously pushing away the Atlantic Ocean. The Atlantic was roused. Mrs. Partingtons spirit was up; but I need not tell you that the contest was unequal. The Atlantic Ocean beat Mrs. Partington. She was excellent at a slop or a puddle, but she should not have meddled with a tempest.|
Sydney SmithSpeech at Tuunton. Oct., 1831.