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John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.

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Thomas Dekker. (1570–1632) (continued)
    The best of men
That e’er wore earth about him was a sufferer;
A soft, meek, patient, humble, tranquil spirit,
The first true gentleman that ever breathed. 1
          The Honest Whore. Part i. Act i. Sc. 12.
    I was ne’er so thrummed since I was a gentleman. 2
          The Honest Whore. Part i. Act iv. Sc. 2.
    This principle is old, but true as fate,—
Kings may love treason, but the traitor hate. 3
          The Honest Whore. Part i. Act iv. Sc. 4.
    We are ne’er like angels till our passion dies.
          The Honest Whore. Part ii. Act i. Sc. 2.
    Turn over a new leaf. 4
          The Honest Whore. Part ii. Act ii. Sc. 1.
    To add to golden numbers golden numbers.
          Patient Grissell. Act i. Sc. 1.
    Honest labour bears a lovely face.
          Patient Grissell. Act i. Sc. 1.
Joseph Hall. (1574–1656)
    Moderation is the silken string running through the pearl chain of all virtues.
          Christian Moderation. Introduction.
    Death borders upon our birth, and our cradle stands in the grave. 5
          Epistles. Dec. iii. Ep. 2.
    There is many a rich stone laid up in the bowels of the earth, many a fair pearl laid up in the bosom of the sea, that never was seen, nor never shall be. 6
          Contemplations. Book iv. The veil of Moses.
Note 1.
Of the offspring of the gentilman Jafeth come Habraham, Moyses, Aron, and the profettys; also the Kyng of the right lyne of Mary, of whom that gentilman Jhesus was borne.—Juliana Berners: Heraldic Blazonry. [back]
Note 2.
See Shakespeare, King John, Quotation 10. [back]
Note 3.
Cæsar said he loved the treason, but hated the traitor.—Plutarch: Life of Romulus. [back]
Note 4.
See Middleton, Quotation 25. [back]
Note 5.
And cradles rock us nearer to the tomb.
Our birth is nothing but our death begun.
Edward Young: Night Thoughts, night v. line 718. [back]
Note 6.
Full many a gem of purest ray serene
The dark, unfathomed caves of ocean bear.
Thomas Gray: Elegy, stanza 14. [back]