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SWIFT-Polite Conversation. Dialogue II. Friendship is like rivers, and the strand of seas, and the air, common to all the world; but tyrants, and evil customs, wars, and want of love, have made them proper and peculiar.— JEREMY TAYLOR — A Discourse of the
Nature, Measures, and Offices of Friendship. ( Nature and religion are the bands of friendship, excellence and usefulness are its great endearments.— JEREMY TAYLOR — A Discourse of the
Nature, Measures, and Offices of Friendship. Some friendships are made by nature, some by contract, some by interest, and some by souls.— JEREMY TAYLOR — A Discourse of the
Nature, Measures, and Offices of Friendship. For tho' the faults were thick as dust In vacant chambers, I could trust Your kindness.— TENNYSON — To the Queen. St. 5.
O friendship, equal-poised control, O heart, with kindliest motion warm, O sacred essence, other form, O solemn ghost, O crowned soul!— TENNYSON — In Memoriam. LXXXV.
True friendship is a plant of slow growth, and must undergo and withstand the shocks of adversity, before it is entitled to the appellation.— GEORGE WASHINGTON — Social Maxims.
Friendship. Friendship's the wine of life: but friendship new *** is neither strong nor pure. и.— YOUNG — Night Thoughts. Night II. L. 582.
Like strawberry wives, that laid two or three great strawberries at the mouth of their pot, and all the rest were little ones.— BACON — Apothegms. No. 54.
Like to the apples on the Dead Sea's shore, All ashes to the taste.— BYRON — Childe Harold. Canto III. St. 34.
"Now, Sire," quod she, "for aught that may bityde, I moste haue of the peres that I see, Or I moote dye, so soore longeth me To eten of the smalle peres grene."— CHAUCER — Canterbury Tales. The Merchantes Tale. L. 14,669. L. 14,669.
Nay, in death's hand, the grape-stone proves As strong as thunder is in Jove's.— ABRAHAM COWLEY — Elegy upon Anacreon. L. 106.
Nothing great is produced suddenly, since not even the grape or the fig is. If you say to me now that you want a fig, I will answer to you that it requires time: let it flower first, then put forth fruit, and then ripen.— EPICTETUS — Discourses. What Philosophy Promises. Ch. XV.
Geo. Long's trans. 66 Very well," cried I, "that's a good girl; I find you are perfectly qualified for making converts, and so go help your mother to make the gooseberry pye."— GOLDSMITH — Vicar of Wakefield. Ch. VII.
The muse might tell what culture will entice The ripen'd melon to perfume each month.— GRAINGER — The Sugar Cane. Bk. IV.
All the heart was full of feeling: love had ripened into speech, Like the sap that turns to nectar, in the velvet of the peach.— WM. WALLACE HARNEY — Adonais.
Oh! happy are the apples when the south winds blow.— WM. WALLACE HARNEY — Adonais.
To satisfy the sharp desire I had Of tasting those fair apples, I resolv'd Not to defer; hunger and thirst at once Powerful persuaders, quicken'd at the scent Of that alluring fruit, urged me so keen.— MILTON — Paradise Lost. Bk. IX. L. 584.
But the fruit that can fall without shaking, Indeed is too mellow for me.— LADY MONTAGU — Answered for
Lord Wm. Hamilton. Like Dead Sea fruit that tempts the eye, But turns to ashes on the lips!— MOORE — Lalla Rookh. The Fire Worshippers. L. 1,018.
Thus do I live, from pleasure quite debarred, Nor taste the fruits that the sun's genial rays Mature, john-apple, nor the downy peach.— JOHN PHILIPS — The Splendid Shilling. L. 115.
As touching peaches in general, the very name in Latine whereby they are called Persica, doth evidently show that they were brought out of Persia first.— PLINY — Natural History. Bk. XV. Ch. 13. Holland's trans.
The ripest peach is highest on the tree.— JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY — The Ripest
Peach. All the other gifts appertinent to man, as the malice of this age shapes them, are not worth a gooseberry. Henry IV. Part II. Act 1. Sc. 2. L. 194. Before thee stands this fair Hesperides, With golden fruit, but dangerous to be touched.— Shakespeare — Pericles. Act I. Sc. 1. L. 27.
Fruits that blossom first will first be ripe.— Shakespeare — Othello. Act II. Sc. 3. L. 383.
Superfluous branches We lop away, that bearing boughs may live.— Shakespeare — Richard II. Act III. Sc. 4. L. 63.
The ripest fruit first falls.— Shakespeare — Richard II. Act II. Sc. I. L. 153.
The strawberry grows underneath the nettle And wholesome berries thrive and ripen best Neighbour'd by fruit of baser quality. Henry V. Act. I. Sc. 1. L. 60. My living in Yorkshire was so far out of the way, that it was actually twelve miles from a lemon.— SYDNEY SMITH — Lady Holland's
S. Memoir. Vol. I. P. 262. The barberry and currant must escape Though her small clusters imitate the grape.— TATE — Cowley.
After the conquest of Afric, Greece, the lesser Asia, and Syria were brought into Italy all the sorts of their Mala, which we interprete apples, and might signify no more at first; but were afterwards applied to many other foreign fruits. и. SIR WM. TEMPLE-On Gardening. The juicy pear Lies, in a soft profusion, scattered round.— THOMSON — The Seasons. Autumn. L. 632.
And the Creole of Cuba laughs out to behold, Through orange leaves shining the broad spheres of gold.— WHITTIER — The Pumpkin.
Let other lands, exulting, glean The apple from the pine, The orange from its glossy green, The cluster from the vine.— WHITTIER — The Corn Song.
J,-fruit loved of boyhood!-the old days recalling, When wood-grapes were purpling and brown nuts were falling! When wild, ugly faces we carved in its skin, Glaring out through the dark with a candle within! When we laughed round the corn-heap, with hearts all in tune, Our chair a broad pumpkin, -our lantern the moon, Telling tales of the fairy who travelled like steam In a pumpkin-shell coach, with two rats for her team!— WHITTIER — The Pumpkin.
What does the good ship bear so well? The cocoa-nut with its stony shell, And the milky sap of its inner cell.— WHITTIER — The Palm Tree.
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