John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
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Edward Young. (1683–1765) (continued) |
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Be wise with speed; A fool at forty is a fool indeed. |
Love of Fame. Satire ii. Line 282. |
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And waste their music on the savage race. 1 |
Love of Fame. Satire v. Line 228. |
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For her own breakfast she ’ll project a scheme, Nor take her tea without a stratagem. |
Love of Fame. Satire vi. Line 190. |
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Think naught a trifle, though it small appear; Small sands the mountain, moments make the year, And trifles life. |
Love of Fame. Satire vi. Line 208. |
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One to destroy is murder by the law, And gibbets keep the lifted hand in awe; To murder thousands takes a specious name, War’s glorious art, and gives immortal fame. |
Love of Fame. Satire vii. Line 55. |
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How commentators each dark passage shun, And hold their farthing candle to the sun. |
Love of Fame. Satire vii. Line 97. |
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The man that makes a character makes foes. |
To Mr. Pope. Epistle i. Line 28. |
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Their feet through faithless leather met the dirt, And oftener chang’d their principles than shirt. |
To Mr. Pope. Epistle i. Line 277. |
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Accept a miracle instead of wit,— See two dull lines with Stanhope’s pencil writ. |
Lines written with the Diamond Pencil of Lord Chesterfield. |
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Time elaborately thrown away. |
The Last Day. Book i. |
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There buds the promise of celestial worth. |
The Last Day. Book iii. |
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In records that defy the tooth of time. |
The Statesman’s Creed. |
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Great let me call him, for he conquered me. |
The Revenge. Act i. Sc. 1. |
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Souls made of fire, and children of the sun, With whom revenge is virtue. |
The Revenge. Act v. Sc. 2. |
Note 1. And waste their sweetness on the desert air.—Thomas Gray: Elegy, stanza 14. Charles Churchill: Gotham, book ii. line 20. [back] |