|Grocott & Ward, comps. Grocotts Familiar Quotations, 6th ed. 189-?.|
|A man he was to all the country dear.|
Goldsmith.The Deserted Village, Line 141.
|Dear lost companions of my tuneful art,|
Dear, as the light that visits these sad eyes,
Dear, as the ruddy drops that warm my heart.
Gray.The Bard, Stanza III. Line 11.
|As dear to me as are the ruddy drops,|
That visit my sad heart.
Shakespeare.Julius Cæsar, Act II. Scene 1. (Brutus to Portia.)
|Dear as the vital warmth that feeds my life,|
Dear as these eyes that weep in fondness oer thee.
|Devilish dear, master classic, devilish dear!|
Foote.The Englishman in Paris, Act I. Scene 1.
|Dear Tom, this brown jug that now foams with mild ale.|
Fawkes.The Brown Jug, a Song.