"The wine of life is drawn, and the mere lees
Is left this vault to brag of."--_Macbeth_, Act II. Sc. 3.
"These spells are spent, and, spent with these,
The wine of life is on the lees."--_Marmion_, introd. to canto i.
* * * * *
"The _old_ and true saying, that a man is generally more inclined to
feel kindly towards one on whom he has conferred favours than towards
one from whom he has received them."--Macaulay, _Essay on Bacon_,
p. 367. (1-vol. edit.)--Query, whose saying?
"On s'attache par les services qu'on rend, bien plus qu'on n'est
attache par les services qu'on recoit. C'est qu'il y a, dans le coeur
de l'homme, bien plus d'orgueil que de reconnaissance."--Alex. Dumas,
_La Comtesse de Charny_, II. ch. iii.
* * * * *
"But earthlier happy is the rose distilled
Than that, which, withering on the virgin thorn,
Grows, lives, and dies in single blessedness."--_Midsum. Night's Dream_,
Act I. Sc. 1.
"_Maria._ Responde tu mihi vicissim:--utrum spectaculum amoenius: rosa
nitens et lactea in suo frutice, an decerpta digitis ac paulatim
marcescens?
"_Pamphilus._ Ego rosam existimo feliciorem quae marcescit in hominis
manu, delectans interim et oculos et nares, quam quae senescit in
frutice."--Erasmus, _Procus et Puella_.
* * * * *
"And spires whose silent finger points to heaven." (?)
"And the white spire that points a world of rest."--Mrs. Sigourney,
_Connecticut River_.
* * * * *
"She walks the waters _like a thing of life_."--_Byron._
"The master bold,
The high-soul'd and the brave,
Who ruled her _like a thing of life_
Amid the crested wave."--Mrs. Sigourney, _Bell of the Wreck_.
* * * * *
"Thy heroes, tho' the general doom
Have swept the column from the tomb,
A mightier monument command,--
The mountains of their native land!"--_Byron._
"Your mountains build their monument,
Tho' ye destroy their dust."--Mrs. Sigourney, _Indian Names_.
* * * * *
"Else had I heard the steps, tho' low
And light they fell, as when earth receives,
In morn of frost, the wither'd leaves
That drop when no winds blow."--Scott, _Triermain_, i. _5._
"Dropp'd, like shed blossoms, silent to the grass."--Hood, _Mids.
Fairies_, viii.
"There is sweet music here that softer falls
Than petals from blown roses on the grass."--Tennyson, _Lotos-eaters_.
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"Two such I saw, what time the labour'd ox
In his loose traces from the furrow came."--Milton, _Comus_.
"While labouring oxen, spent with toil and heat,
In their loose traces from the field retreat."--Pope, _Pastoral_, iii.
* * * * *
"It is the curse of kings, to be attended
By slaves that take their humours for a warrant
To break into the bloody house of life,
And, on the winking of authority,
To understand a law: to know the meaning
Of dangerous majesty, when perchance it frowns
More upon humour than advised respect."--_King John_, Act IV. Sc. 2.
"O curse of kings!
Infusing a dread life into their words,
And linking to the sudden transient thought
The unchangeable, irrevocable deed!"--Coleridge, _Death of Wallenstein_,
v. 9.
* * * * *
"Conscience! . . . . . .
Your lank jawed, hungry judge will dine upon 't,
And hang the guiltless rather than eat his mutton cold."--C. Cibber,
_Richard III_.
"The hungry judges soon the sentence sign,
And wretches hang that jurymen may dine."--Pope, _Rape of the Lock_, iii.
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