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BEATTIE . - The Minstrel , Verse 25 , Line 8 . Age cannot wither her , nor custom
stale Her infinite variety . SHAKSPERE . — Anthony and Cleopatra , Act II . Scene
2 . ( Enobarbus to Mecænas . ) Your date is better in your pie And your porridge ...
BEATTIE . - The Minstrel , Verse 25 , Line 8 . Age cannot wither her , nor custom
stale Her infinite variety . SHAKSPERE . — Anthony and Cleopatra , Act II . Scene
2 . ( Enobarbus to Mecænas . ) Your date is better in your pie And your porridge ...
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Tell me what you find better , or more honourable than age . Is not wisdom entail '
d upon it ? Take the pre - eminence of it in everything ; in an old friend , in old
wine , in an old pedigree . SHAKERLY MARMION . — The Antiquary , Act II .
Tell me what you find better , or more honourable than age . Is not wisdom entail '
d upon it ? Take the pre - eminence of it in everything ; in an old friend , in old
wine , in an old pedigree . SHAKERLY MARMION . — The Antiquary , Act II .
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BETTER . - A better man than his father . Smart ' s HORACE . — Book I . Ode 15 .
The better part of valour is discretion ; in the which better part I have saved my life
. SHAKSPERE . - King Henry IV . Part I . Act V . Scene 4 . ( Falstaff , after he ...
BETTER . - A better man than his father . Smart ' s HORACE . — Book I . Ode 15 .
The better part of valour is discretion ; in the which better part I have saved my life
. SHAKSPERE . - King Henry IV . Part I . Act V . Scene 4 . ( Falstaff , after he ...
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The French and we still change , but here ' s the curse , They change for better ,
and we change for worse . DRYDEN . – Prologue to the Spanish Friar . Nothing is
thought rare Which is not new and follow ' d : yet we know That what was worn ...
The French and we still change , but here ' s the curse , They change for better ,
and we change for worse . DRYDEN . – Prologue to the Spanish Friar . Nothing is
thought rare Which is not new and follow ' d : yet we know That what was worn ...
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MURPHY . — Three Weeks after Marriage , Act II . DAY . - One day in thy courts is
better than a thousand . Psalm LXXXIV . Verse 10 . Empire and love ! the vision of
a day . Young . - Force of Religion , Book I . Line 94 . 72 DAY - DAYS , DAY .
MURPHY . — Three Weeks after Marriage , Act II . DAY . - One day in thy courts is
better than a thousand . Psalm LXXXIV . Verse 10 . Empire and love ! the vision of
a day . Young . - Force of Religion , Book I . Line 94 . 72 DAY - DAYS , DAY .
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| Title | An index to familiar quotations selected principally from British authors, with parallel passages from various writers, by J.C. Grocott |
| Editor | John Cooper Grocott |
| Published | 1863 |
| Original from | Oxford University |
| Digitized | 14 Jul 2006 |
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