The Cyclopedia of Practical Quotations

Every quotation a nineteenth-century speaker or writer might want, grouped under its subject, with the author, the date and the source given as exactly as Hoyt could manage.

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Quotes by Sir Henry Wotton

12 quotations from The Cyclopedia of Practical Quotations (1896), with the subject each one is filed under.

The Friend. An itch of disputing will prove the scab of churches. C.— filed under Churches
Lord of himself, though not of lands; And having nothing, yet hath all.— filed under Contention
He first deceased: she for a little tried To live without him, lik'd it not, and died.— filed under Death
He first deceas'd; she for a little tri'd To live without him, lik'd it not, and died.— filed under Equality
You violets that first appear, By your pure purple mantles known, Like the proud virgins of the year, As if the spring were all your own- What are you when the rose is blown?— filed under Flowers-Violet
Pious Frauds. An Ambassador is an honest man sent to lie abroad for the commonwealth.— filed under Honor
King Charles. How happy is he born and taught That serveth not another's will; Whose armour is his honest thought, And simple truth his utmost skill.— filed under Honor
Plagiarism. I am but a gatherer and disposer of other men's stuff.— filed under Plagiarism
for the Unexperienced, etc. Mass. Hist. Soc. Coll. Third Series. Vol. III. P. 49. People may have too much of a good thing: Full as an egg of wisdom thus I sing. C. JOHN WOLCOTT (Peter Pindar)- Subjects for Painters. The Gentleman and his Wife. Lord of himselfe, though not of lands, And having nothing, yet hath all.— filed under Possession
Hanging was the worst use a man could be put to.— filed under Proverbs
Who God doth late and early pray More of his Grace than Gifts to lend; And entertains the harmless day With a Religious Book or Friend.— filed under Remorse
You meaner beauties of the night, That poorly satisfy our eyes More by your number than your light; You common people of the skies, - What are you when the moon shall rise?— filed under Stars
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