S. Austin Allibone, comp. Prose Quotations from Socrates to Macaulay. 1880.
Alterations of surnames have so intricated, or rather obscured, the truth of our pedigrees, that it will be no little hard labour to deduce them.
Such patching maketh Littletons hotchpot of our tongue, and, in effect, brings the same rather to a Babellish confusion than any one entire language.
Hitherto will our sparkful youth laugh at their great-grandfathers English, who had more care to do well than to speak minion-like.
Our poets excel in grandity and gravity, in smoothness and property, in quickness and briefness.
When substantialness combineth with delightfulness, and correctness with stayedness, how can the language sound otherwise than most full of sweetness?
The effectual power of words the Pythagoreans extolled; the impious Jews ascribed all miracles to a name which was ingraved in the revestiary of the temple.
Our English tongue is, I will not say as sacred as the Hebrew, or as learned as the Greek, but as fluent as the Latin, as courteous as the Spanish, as courtlike as the French, and as amorous as the Italian.