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| Hoyt & Roberts, comps. Hoyt’s New Cyclopedia of Practical Quotations. 1922. |
| Sabbath |
| On Sundays, at the matin-chime, The Alpine peasants, two and three, Climb up here to pray; Burghers and dames, at summer’s prime, Ride out to church from Chamberry, Dight with mantles gay, But else it is a lonely time Round the Church of Brou. Matthew Arnold—The Church of Brou. II. St. 3. | 1 |
| Thou art my single day, God lends to leaven What were all earth else, with a feel of heaven. Robert Browning—Pippa Passes. Sc. 1. | 2 |
| Of all the days that’s in the week, I dearly love but one day, And that’s the day that comes betwixt A Saturday and Monday. Henry Carey—Sally in Our Alley. | 3 |
| How still the morning of the hallow’d day! Mute is the voice of rural labour, hush’d The ploughboy’s whistle, and the milkmaid’s song. James Grahame—The Sabbath. Song. | 4 |
| Gently on tiptoe Sunday creeps, Cheerfully from the stars he peeps, Mortals are all asleep below, None in the village hears him go; E’en chanticleer keeps very still, For Sunday whispered, ’twas his will. John Peter Hebel—Sunday Morning. | 5 |
| Sundaies observe: think when the bells do chime, ’Tis angel’s musick; therefore come not late. Herbert—Temple. The Church Porch. St. 65. | 6 |
| The Sundaies of man’s life, Thredded together on time’s string, Make bracelets to adorn the wife Of the eternal, glorious King. On Sunday heaven’s gates stand ope; Blessings are plentiful and rife. More plentiful than hope. Herbert—Temple. The Church. Sunday. | 7 |
| Now, really, this appears the common case Of putting too much Sabbath into Sunday— But what is your opinion, Mrs. Grundy? Hood—An Open Question. St. 1. | 8 |
| Day of the Lord, as all our days should be! Longfellow—Christus. Pt. III. John Endicott. Act I. Sc. 2. | 9 |
| The Sabbath was made for man, and not man for the Sabbath. Mark. II. 27. | 10 |
| So sang they, and the empyrean rung With Hallelujahs. Thus was Sabbath kept. Milton—Paradise Lost. Bk. VII. L. 632. | 11 |
| For, bless the gude mon, gin he had his ain way, He’d na let a cat on the Sabbath say “mew;” Nae birdie maun whistle, nae lambie maun play, An’ Phœbus himsel’ could na travel that day, As he’d find a new Joshua in Andie Agnew. Moore—Sunday Ethics. St. 3. | 12 |
| See Christians, Jews, one heavy sabbath keep, And all the western world believe and sleep. Pope—Dunciad. Bk. III. L. 99. | 13 |
| E’en Sunday shines no Sabbath day to me. Pope—Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot. Prologue to the Satires. L. 12. | 14 |
| The sabbaths of Eternity, One sabbath deep and wide. Tennyson—St. Agnes’ Eve. St. 3. | 15 |
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