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Hoyt & Roberts, comps. Hoyt’s New Cyclopedia of Practical Quotations. 1922.

Reform; Reformation

Grant that the old Adam in these persons may be so buried, that the new man may be raised up in them.
Book of Common Prayer. Baptism of those of Riper Years.

The oyster-women lock’d their fish up,
And trudged away to cry, No Bishop.
Butler—Hudibras. Pt. I. Canto II. L. 537.

All zeal for a reform, that gives offence
To peace and charity, is mere pretence.
Cowper—Charity. L. 533.

But ’tis the talent of our English nation,
Still to be plotting some new reformation.
Dryden—Prologue to Sophonisba. L. 9.

He bought a Bible of the new translation,
And in his life he show’d great reformation;
He walkèd mannerly and talked meekly;
He heard three lectures and two sermons weekly;
He vow’d to shun all companions unruly,
And in his speech he used no oath but “truly;”
And zealously to keep the Sabbath’s rest.
Sir John Harrington—Of a Precise Tailor.

The Bolshevists would blow up the fabric with high explosive, with horror. Others would pull down with the crowbars and with cranks—especially with cranks…. Sweating, slums, the sense of semi-slavery in labour, must go. We must cultivate a sense of manhood by treating men as men.
Lloyd George—Speech, Dec. 6, 1919.

My desolation does begin to make
A better life.
Antony and Cleopatra. Act V. Sc. 2. L. 1.

And like bright metal on a sullen ground,
My reformation, glittering o’er my fault,
Shall show more goodly and attract more eyes
Than that which hath no foil to set it off.
Henry IV. Pt. I. Act I. Sc. 2. L. 236.

Never came reformation in a flood.
Henry V. Act I. Sc. 1. L. 33.

I do not mean to be disrespectful, but the attempt of the Lords to stop the progress of reform, reminds me very forcibly of the great storm of Sidmouth, and of the conduct of the excellent Mrs. Partington on that occasion. In the winter of 1824, there set in a great flood upon that town—the tide rose to an incredible height: the waves rushed in upon the houses, and everything was threatened with destruction. In the midst of this sublime and terrible storm, Dame Partington, who lived upon the beach, was seen at the door of her house with mop and pattens, trundling her mop, squeezing out the sea water, and vigorously pushing away the Atlantic Ocean. The Atlantic was roused. Mrs. Partington’s spirit was up; but I need not tell you that the contest was unequal. The Atlantic Ocean beat Mrs. Partington. She was excellent at a slop or a puddle, but she should not have meddled with a tempest.
Sydney Smith—Speech at Tuunton. Oct., 1831.