John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
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| John Fletcher. (1579–1625) |
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| Man is his own star; and the soul that can Render an honest and a perfect man Commands all light, all influence, all fate. Nothing to him falls early, or too late. Our acts our angels are, or good or ill, 1 Our fatal shadows that walk by us still. |
| Upon an “Honest Man’s Fortune.” |
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| All things that are Made for our general uses are at war,— Even we among ourselves. |
| Upon an “Honest Man’s Fortune.” |
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| Man is his own star; and that soul that can Be honest is the only perfect man. 2 |
| Upon an “Honest Man’s Fortune.” |
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| Weep no more, nor sigh, nor groan, Sorrow calls no time that ’s gone; Violets plucked, the sweetest rain Makes not fresh nor grow again. 3 |
| The Queen of Corinth. Act iii. Sc. 2. |
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| O woman, perfect woman! what distraction Was meant to mankind when thou wast made a devil! |
| Monsieur Thomas. Act iii. Sc. 1. |
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| Let us do or die. 4 |
| The Island Princess. Act ii. Sc. 4. |
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| Hit the nail on the head. |
| Love’s Cure. Act ii. Sc. 1. |
| Note 1. Every man hath a good and a bad angel attending on him in particular all his life long.—Robert Burton: Anatomy of Melancholy, part i. sect. 2, memb. 1, subsect. 2. Burton also quotes Anthony Rusca in this connection, v. xviii. [back] |
| Note 2. An honest man ’s the noblest work of God.—Alexander Pope: Essay on Man, epistle iv. line 248. Robert Burns: The Cotter’s Saturday Night. [back] |
| Note 3. Weep no more, Lady! weep no more, Thy sorrow is in vain; For violets plucked, the sweetest showers Will ne’er make grow again. Thomas Percy: Reliques. The Friar of Orders Gray. [back] |
| Note 4. Let us do or die.—Robert Burns: Bannockburn. Thomas Campbell: Gertrude of Wyoming, part iii. stanza 37. Scott says, “This expression is a kind of common property, being the motto, we believe, of a Scottish family.”—Review of Gertrude, Scott’s Miscellanies, vol. i. p. 153. [back] |