Grocott & Ward, comps. Grocott’s Familiar Quotations, 6th ed. 189-?.
Arrows
When bows were bent, and darts were thrawn,
For thrang scarce could they flee;
The darts clove arrows as they met,
The arrows dart the tree.
Sir John Bruce.—Hardyknute, 2 Percy Reliques, 109.
In my school-days, when I had lost one shaft,
I shot his fellow of the self-same flight,
The self-same way, with more advised watch
To find the other; and, by adventuring both,
I oft found both.
Shakespeare.—Merchant of Venice, Act I. Scene 1. (Bassanio to Antonio.)
ART.—To me more dear, congenial to my heart,
One native charm, than all the gloss of art.
Goldsmith.—Deserted Village, Line 253.
And, even while Fashion’s brightest arts decoy,
The heart distrusting asks, if this be joy?
Goldsmith.—Deserted Village, Line 263.
Art is long and time is fleeting,
And our hearts though stout and brave,
Still, like muffled drums are beating
Funeral marches to the grave.
Longfellow.—Psalm of Life, Verse 4.