John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
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| Edward Young. (1683–1765) (continued) |
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| Woes cluster. Rare are solitary woes; They love a train, they tread each other’s heel. 1 |
| Night Thoughts. Night iii. Line 63. |
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| Beautiful as sweet, And young as beautiful, and soft as young, And gay as soft, and innocent as gay! |
| Night Thoughts. Night iii. Line 81. |
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| Lovely in death the beauteous ruin lay; And if in death still lovely, lovelier there; Far lovelier! pity swells the tide of love. 2 |
| Night Thoughts. Night iii. Line 104. |
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| Heaven’s Sovereign saves all beings but himself That hideous sight,—a naked human heart. |
| Night Thoughts. Night iii. Line 226. |
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| The knell, the shroud, the mattock, and the grave, The deep damp vault, the darkness and the worm. |
| Night Thoughts. Night iv. Line 10. |
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| Man makes a death which Nature never made. |
| Night Thoughts. Night iv. Line 15. |
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| And feels a thousand deaths in fearing one. |
| Night Thoughts. Night iv. Line 17. |
| 3324 |
| Wishing, of all employments, is the worst. |
| Night Thoughts. Night iv. Line 71. |
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| Man wants but little, nor that little long. 3 |
| Night Thoughts. Night iv. Line 118. |
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| A God all mercy is a God unjust. |
| Night Thoughts. Night iv. Line 233. |
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| ’T is impious in a good man to be sad. |
| Night Thoughts. Night iv. Line 676. |
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| A Christian is the highest style of man. 4 |
| Night Thoughts. Night iv. Line 788. |
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| Men may live fools, but fools they cannot die. |
| Night Thoughts. Night iv. Line 843. |
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| By night an atheist half believes a God. |
| Night Thoughts. Night v. Line 177. |
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| Early, bright, transient, chaste as morning dew, She sparkled, was exhal’d and went to heaven. 5 |
| Night Thoughts. Night v. Line 600. |
| Note 1. See Shakespeare, Hamlet, Quotation 196. [back] |
| Note 2. See Beaumont and Fletcher, Quotation 24. Dryden, Quotation 46. [back] |
| Note 3. Man wants but little here below, Nor wants that little long. Oliver Goldsmith: The Hermit, stanza 8. [back] |
| Note 4. See Dryden, Quotation 17. [back] |
| Note 5. See Dryden, Quotation 37. [back] |