|Grocott & Ward, comps. Grocotts Familiar Quotations, 6th ed. 189-?.|
|May I lie cold before that dreadful day,|
Pressd with a load of monumental clay!
Pope.Homers Iliad, Book VI. Line 590.
|For ever will I sleep, while poor maids cry,|
Alas! for pity stay,
And let us die
With thee; men cannot mock us in the clay.
Beaumont and Fletcher.The Captain.
|Ay; these look like the workmanship of Heaven,|
This is the porcelain clay of human kind,
And therefore cast into these noble moulds.
Dryden.Don Sebastian, Act I. Scene 1.
|The precious porcelain of human clay.|
Byron.Don Juan, Canto IV. Stanza 11.
|There let me sleep forgotten in the clay.|
Bruce.Elegy written in Spring, Verse 23.