|Hoyt & Roberts, comps. Hoyts New Cyclopedia of Practical Quotations. 1922.|
|I tell thee, be not rash; a golden bridge|
Is for a flying enemy.
ByronThe Deformed Transformed. Act II. Sc. 2.
|Who falls from all he knows of bliss,|
Cares little into what abyss.
ByronThe Giaour. L. 1,091.
| I am one, my liege,|
Whom the vile blows and buffets of the world
Have so incensd that I am reckless what
I do to spite the world.
Macbeth. Act III. Sc. 1. L. 108.