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

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John Dryden. (1631–1700) (continued)
    There is a pleasure sure
In being mad which none but madmen know. 1
          The Spanish Friar. Act ii. Sc. 1.
    Lord of humankind. 2
          The Spanish Friar. Act ii. Sc. 1.
    Bless the hand that gave the blow. 3
          The Spanish Friar. Act ii. Sc. 1.
    Second thoughts, they say, are best. 4
          The Spanish Friar. Act ii. Sc. 2.
    He ’s a sure card.
          The Spanish Friar. Act ii. Sc. 2.
    As sure as a gun. 5
          The Spanish Friar. Act iii. Sc. 2.
    Nor can his blessed soul look down from heaven,
Or break the eternal sabbath of his rest.
          The Spanish Friar. Act v. Sc. 2.
    This is the porcelain clay of humankind. 6
          Don Sebastian. Act i. Sc. 1.
    I have a soul that like an ample shield
Can take in all, and verge enough for more. 7
          Don Sebastian. Act i. Sc. 1.
    A knock-down argument: ’t is but a word and a blow.
          Amphitryon. Act i. Sc. 1.
    Whistling to keep myself from being afraid. 8
          Amphitryon. Act iii. Sc. 1.
    The true Amphitryon. 9
          Amphitryon. Act iv. Sc. 1.
    The spectacles of books.
          Essay on Dramatic Poetry.
Note 1.
There is a pleasure in poetic pains.
Which only poets know.
William Cowper: The Timepiece, line 285. [back]
Note 2.
Lords of humankind.—Oliver Goldsmith: The Traveller, line 327. [back]
Note 3.
Adore the hand that gives the blow.—John Pomfret: Verses to his Friend. [back]
Note 4.
Among mortals second thoughts are the wisest.—Euripides: Hippolytus, 438. [back]
Note 5.
See Butler, Quotation 28. [back]
Note 6.
The precious porcelain of human clay.—Lord Byron: Don Juan, canto iv. stanza 11. [back]
Note 7.
Give ample room and verge enough.—Thomas Gray: The Bard, ii. 1. [back]
Note 8.
Whistling aloud to bear his courage up.—Robert Blair: The Grave, line 58. [back]
Note 9.
Le véritable Amphitryon
Est l’Amphitryon où l’on dîne
(The true Amphitryon is the Amphitryon where we dine).
Jean Baptiste Molière: Amphitryon, act iii. sc. 5. [back]