John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
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| Laurence Sterne. (1713–1768) (continued) |
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| The accusing spirit, which flew up to heaven’s 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. 1 |
| Tristram Shandy (orig. ed.). Vol. vi. Chap. viii. |
| 4131 |
| I am sick as a horse. |
| Tristram Shandy (orig. ed.). Vol. vii. Chap. xi. |
| 4132 |
| “They order,” said I, “this matter better in France.” |
| Sentimental Journey. Page 1. |
| 4133 |
| I pity the man who can travel from Dan to Beersheba and cry, “’T is all barren!” |
| In the Street. Calais. |
| 4134 |
| God tempers the wind to the shorn lamb. 2 |
| Maria. |
| 4135 |
| “Disguise thyself as thou wilt, still, Slavery,” said I, “still thou art a bitter draught.” |
| The Passport. The Hotel at Paris. |
| 4136 |
| The sad vicissitude of things. 3 |
| Sermon xvi. |
| 4137 |
| Trust that man in nothing who has not a conscience in everything. |
| Sermon xxvii. |
| William Shenstone. (1714–1763) |
| 4138 |
| Whoe’er has travell’d life’s dull round, Where’er his stages may have been, May sigh to think he still has found The warmest welcome at an inn. 4 |
| Written on a Window of an Inn. |
| Note 1. But sad as angels for the good man’s sin, Weep to record, and blush to give it in. Thomas Campbell: Pleasures of Hope, part ii. line 357. [back] |
| Note 2. Dieu mésure le froid à la brebis tondue (God measures the cold to the shorn lamb).—Henri Estienne (1594): Prémices, etc. p. 47. See Herbert, Quotation 26. [back] |
| Note 3. Resolves the sad vicissitudes of things.—R. Gifford: Contemplation. [back] |
| Note 4. See Johnson, Quotation 26. Archbishop Leighton often said that if he were to choose a place to die in, it should be an inn.—Works, vol. i. p. 76. [back] |