|John Bartlett (18201905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.|
|William Warner. (1558?1609)|
| With that she dasht her on the lippes,|
So dyed double red:
Hard was the heart that gave the blow,
Soft were those lips that bled.
| Albions England. Book viii. chap. xli. stanza 53.|
| We thinke no greater blisse then such|
To be as be we would,
When blessed none but such as be
The same as be they should.
| Albions England. Book x. chap. lix. stanza 68.|