|Hoyt & Roberts, comps. Hoyts New Cyclopedia of Practical Quotations. 1922.|
| A demon holds a book, in which are written the sins of a particular man; an Angel drops on it from a phial, a tear which the sinner had shed in doing a good action, and his sins are washed out.|
MS. of Alberic, Monk of Monte-Cassino. Found in an article on Dante. Selections from Edinburgh Review. Vol. I. P. 67.
|Jack was embarrassednever hero more,|
And as he knew not what to say, he swore.
ByronThe Island. Canto III. St. 5.
|Bad language or abuse|
I never, never use,
Whatever the emergency;
Though Bother it I may
I never never use a big, big D.
W. S. GilbertH. M. S. Pinafore.
|Take not His name, who made thy mouth, in vain;|
It gets thee nothing, and hath no excuse.
HerbertTemple. Church Porch. St. 10.
| There written all|
Black as the damning drops that fall
From the denouncing Angels pen
Ere Mercy weeps them out again.
MooreLalla Rookh. Paradise and the Peri.
|And each blasphemer quite escape the rod,|
Because the insults not on man, but God?
PopeEpilogue to Satires. Dialogue II. L. 199.
| In totum jurare, nisi ubi necesse est, gravi viro parum convenit.|
To swear, except when necessary, is unbecoming to an honorable man.
QuintilianDe Institutione Oratoria. IX. 2.
| And then a whoreson jackanapes must take me up for swearing; as if I borrowed mine oaths of him and might not spend them at my pleasure.|
Cymbeline. Act II. Sc. 1. L. 3.
| When a gentleman is disposed to swear, it is not for any standers-by to curtail his oaths.|
Cymbeline. Act II. Sc. 1. L. 11.
|Ill be damned for never a kings son in Christendom.|
Henry IV. Part I. Act. I. Sc. 2. L. 109.
|That in the captains but a choleric word,|
Which in the soldier is flat blasphemy.
Measure far Measure. Act II. Sc. 2. L. 130.
| Do not swear at all;|
Or, if thou wilt, swear by thy gracious self,
Which is the god of my idolatry,
And Ill believe thee.
Romeo and Juliet. Act II. Sc. 2. L. 112.
| For it comes to pass oft that a terrible oath, with a swaggering accent sharply twanged off, gives manhood more approbation than ever proof itself would have earned him.|
Twelfth Night. Act III. Sc. 4. L. 196.
| He shall not die, by God, cried my uncle Toby. The Accusing Spirit which flew up to heavens chancery with the oath, blushed as he gave it in: and the Recording Angel as he wrote it down, dropped a tear upon the word and blotted it out forever.|
SterneTristram Shandy. Bk. VI. Ch. VIII.
|Our armies swore terribly in Flanders.|
SterneTristram Shandy. Bk. III. Ch. XI.