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

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Henry Vaughan. (1622–1695) (continued)
My days, which are at best but dull and hoary,
  Mere glimmering and decays.
          They are all gone.
    Dear, beauteous death, the jewel of the just!
  Shining nowhere but in the dark;
What mysteries do lie beyond thy dust,
  Could man outlook that mark!
          They are all gone.
    And yet, as angels in some brighter dreams
Call to the soul when man doth sleep,
So some strange thoughts transcend our wonted themes,
And into glory peep.
          They are all gone.
    Then bless thy secret growth, nor catch
At noise, but thrive unseen and dumb;
Keep clean, be as fruit, earn life, and watch
Till the white-wing’d reapers come!
          The Seed growing secretly.
Algernon Sidney. (1622–1683)
    Manus haec inimica tyrannis
Ense petit placidam sub libertate quietem. 1
          From the Life and Memoirs of Algernon Sidney.
    Liars ought to have good memories. 2
          Discourses on Government. Chap. ii. Sect. xv.
    Men lived like fishes; the great ones devoured the small. 3
          Discourses on Government. Chap. ii. Sect. xviii.
Note 1.
His father writes to him, Aug. 30, 1660: “It is said that the University of Copenhagen brought their album unto you, desiring you to write something; and that you did scribere in albo these words.” It is said that the first line is to be found in a patent granted in 1616 by Camden (Clarencieux).—Notes and Queries, March 10, 1866. [back]
Note 2.
He who has not a good memory should never take upon him the trade of lying.—Montaigne: Book i. chap. ix. Of Liars. [back]
Note 3.
See Shakespeare, Pericles, Quotation 2. [back]