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

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Laurence Sterne. (1713–1768) (continued)
    The accusing spirit, which flew up to heaven’s chancery with the oath, blushed as he gave it in; and the recording angel as he wrote it down dropped a tear upon the word and blotted it out forever. 1
          Tristram Shandy (orig. ed.). Vol. vi. Chap. viii.
    I am sick as a horse.
          Tristram Shandy (orig. ed.). Vol. vii. Chap. xi.
    “They order,” said I, “this matter better in France.”
          Sentimental Journey. Page 1.
    I pity the man who can travel from Dan to Beersheba and cry, “’T is all barren!”
          In the Street. Calais.
    God tempers the wind to the shorn lamb. 2
    “Disguise thyself as thou wilt, still, Slavery,” said I, “still thou art a bitter draught.”
          The Passport. The Hotel at Paris.
    The sad vicissitude of things. 3
          Sermon xvi.
    Trust that man in nothing who has not a conscience in everything.
          Sermon xxvii.
William Shenstone. (1714–1763)
    Whoe’er has travell’d life’s dull round,
  Where’er his stages may have been,
May sigh to think he still has found
  The warmest welcome at an inn. 4
          Written on a Window of an Inn.
Note 1.
But sad as angels for the good man’s sin,
Weep to record, and blush to give it in.
Thomas Campbell: Pleasures of Hope, part ii. line 357. [back]
Note 2.
Dieu mésure le froid à la brebis tondue (God measures the cold to the shorn lamb).—Henri Estienne (1594): Prémices, etc. p. 47.

See Herbert, Quotation 26. [back]
Note 3.
Resolves the sad vicissitudes of things.—R. Gifford: Contemplation. [back]
Note 4.
See Johnson, Quotation 26.

Archbishop Leighton often said that if he were to choose a place to die in, it should be an inn.—Works, vol. i. p. 76. [back]