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Un gros serpent mordit Aurele.
Que croyez-vous qu'il arriva?
Qu' Aurele en mourut? Bagatelle!
Ce fut le serpent qui creva.
- in a manuscript commonplace book, probably written at the end of the 18th century, see "Notes and Queries", March 30, 1907, p. 246
We don't like their sound, and guitar music is on the way out.
- Decca Recording Co. rejecting the Beatles
We will fight them in the air, land and sea, and their aggression will achieve nothing but failure.
- about U.S./British air strikes on Iraq, broadcast on Iraqi television
What is the grave?
'Tis a cool, shady harbor, where the Christian
Wayworn and weary with life's rugged road,
Forgetting all life's sorrows, joys, and pains,
Lays his poor body down to rest--
Sleeps on--and wakes in heaven.
When other people are fretful, do you be merciful and patient.
When treading London's well-known ground
If e'er I feel my spirits tire,
I haul my sail, look up around,
In search of Whitbread's best entire.
- from "The Myrtle and the Vine"--A Complete Vocal Library--A Pot of Porter, Ho!
Where is the man who has the power and skill
To stem the torrent of a woman's will?
For if she will, she will, you may depend on't;
And if she won't, she won't; so there's an end on't.
- from the pillar erected on the Mount in the Dane John Field, Canterbury, in the "Examiner", May 31, 1829
Where the eye of pity weeps,
And the sway of passion sleeps,
Where the lamp of faith is burning,
And the ray of hope returning,
Where the "still small voice" within
Whispers not of wrath or sin,
Resting with the righteous dead--
Beaming o'er the drooping head--
Comforting the lowly mind,
Wisdom dwelleth--seek and find.
Acon his right, Leonilla her left eye
Doth want; yet each in form, the gods out-vie.
Sweet boy, with thine, thy sister's sight improved:
So shall she Venus be, thou God of Love.
[Lat., Lumine Acon dextre,--capta est Leonilla sinistre,
Et potis est forma vincere uterque dees:
Blande puer, lumen quod habes concede sorori,
Sic tu caecus Amor, sic erit illa Venus.]
- an epigram said by Warton to be the "most celebrated of modern epigrams",
in his "Essay on Pope," I, p. 299 (ed. 1772)
It is bad to awaken a sleeping dog.
[It., Il fait mal eveiller le chien qu dort.]
- vol. I, p. 108,
from a 13th century manuscript in Le Roux de Lincy's Collection
Thin partitions do divide
The bounds where good and ill reside;
That nought is perfect here below;
But bliss still bordering on woe.
- vol. XXII, p. 50,
in the "Weekly Magazine," Edinburgh
A thousand leagues of ocean, a company of kings,
You came across the watching world to show how heroes die.
When the splendour of your story
Builds the halo of its glory,
'Twill belt the earth like Saturn's rings
And diadem the sky.
in "Anzac", on Colonial Soldiers, 1919
This is the best world, that we live in,
To lend and to spend and to give in:
But to borrow, or beg, or to get a man's own,
It is the worst world that ever was known.
- A Collection of Epigrams [World]
Those pigmy tribes of Panton street,
Those hardy blades, those hearts of oak,
Obedient to a tyrant's yoke.
- A Monstrous good Lounge (p. 5) [England]
Greensleeves was all my joy,
Greensleeves was my delight,
Greensleeves was my heart of gold,
And who but Lady Greensleeves?
- A new Courtly Sonnet of the Lady Greensleeves to the new tune of "Greensleeves",
from "A Handful of Pleasant Delites"
Oft he that doth abide
Is cause of his own paine,
But he that flieth in good tide
Perhaps may fight again.
- A Pleasant Satyre or Poesie,
from the French (about 1595) [War]
I think Nature hath lost the mould
Where she her shape did take;
Or else I doubt if Nature could
So fair a creature make.
- A Praise of his Lady,
in "Tottel's Miscellany" [Women]
Come out 'tis September,
The hunter's moon's begun,
And through the wheaten stubble
Is heart the frequent gun.
- All Among the Barley,
made popular in song by Mrs. Elizabeth Stirling Bridge, published in "The Musical Times", no. 187, supplement
Notwithstanding all their trials and hardships, these brave founders of a great and glorious race had so much to be thankful for that they had to appoint "an especial day on which to give especial thanks for all their mercies." So they agreed among themselves that, since their prudence and forethought had been so wonderfully blessed of God, they would send out four men hunting, that they might rejoice together in a special manner after the fruit of their labors had been gathered. According to the historian, barley and Indian corn were their only crops; the "pease were not worth gathering; for, as we feared, they were too late sown." This was under the good Governor Bradford. The four men who went hunting brought in as much game as served the company for a week. The recreations of the day consisted of the exercise of their arms, Massasoit, the Indian chief, and ninety of his men, coming among them for three days, during which they were entertained and feasted by the colonists, the Indians killing and bringing to the feast five deer. This was in 1621, and was the beginning of Thanksgiving day in America.
- American Agriculturist,
second part of Thanksgiving Day quotation, see "To recall . . ."
To recall the circumstances of the first day of thanksgiving may serve to remind us of how much more we have to be thankful for than had those early Pilgrims. History tells us that of the one hundred and two emigrants that landed on the bleak and rocky coast of Cape Cod Bay in the winter of 1620, almost half died before the following winter fairly set in. To-day, in our comfortable country and city homes, we cannot even imagine the sufferings of the survivors, both from destitution and the inclement weather, which they were not prepared, either as to clothes or habitations, to brave. The most of the brave people were not inured to hardships; among them were delicately nurtured men and women. They staked and laid out two rows of huts for the nineteen families that composed the colony; but within the first year they had to make seven times more graves for the dead than houses for the living.
- American Agriculturist,
first part of Thanksgiving Day quotation, see "Notwithstanding all . . ."
All His life long Christ was the light of the world, but the very noontide hour of His glory was that hour when the shadow of eclipse lay over all the land, and He hung on the Cross dying in the dark. At His eventide "it was light," and, "He Endured the Cross, despising the shame" and, lo! the shame flashed up into the very brightness of glory, and the very ignominy and the suffering were "the jewels of His crown.
- Anglican and American Pulpit Library
She who from April dates her years,
Diamonds should wear, lest bitter tears
For vain repentance flow; this stone,
Emblem of innocence is known.
in "Notes and Queries", May 11, 1889, p. 371
[April : Diamonds : Jewels]
Your fame shall (spite of proverbs) make it plain
To write in water's not to write in vain.
- Art of Painting in Water Colours,
in preface to Sir William Sanderson
Sacraments, ordained of Christ, are not only badges or tokens of Christian men's profession; but rather they are certain signs of grace, and God's goodwill towards us, by the which He doth work invisibly in us, and doth not only quicken, but also strengthen and confirm our faith in Him.
- Articles of Methodist Episcopal Church
Wear a Sardonyx or for thee
No conjugal felicity.
The August-born without this stone
'Tis said must live unloved and lone.
in "Notes and Queries", May 11, 1889, p. 371
[August : Jewels : Sardonyx]
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