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Luxury: Quotations from Cyclopedia of Practical Quotations

"Then here goes another," says he, "to make sure, For there's luck in odd numbers," says Rory O'More.— SAMUEL LOVER — Rory O' More.

Good luck befriend thee, Son; for at thy birth The fairy ladies danced upon the hearth.— MILTON — At a Vacation Exercise in the

College. And good luck go with thee.— Shakespeare — Henry V. Act IV. Sc. 3. L. 11.

As good luck would have it.— Shakespeare — Merry Wives of Windsor. Act III. Act III. Sc. 5. L. 83.

By the luckiest stars.— Shakespeare — All's Well That Ends Well. Act I. Sc. 3. L. 252.

Good luck lies in odd numbers * ** They say there is divinity in odd numbers, either in nativity, chance, or death.— Shakespeare — Merry Wives of Windsor. Act V. Sc. 1. L. 2.

When mine hours were nice and lucky.— Shakespeare — Antony and Cleopatra. Act III. Sc. 13. L. 179.

And wheresoe'er thou move, good luck Shall fling her old shoe after.— TENNYSON — Will Waterproof's Lyrical

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Blesses his stars, and thinks it luxury.— ADDISON — Cato. Act I. Sc. 4.

Sofas 'twas half a sin to sit upon, So costly were they; carpets, every stitch Of workmanship so rare, they make you wish You could glide o'er them like a golden fish.— BYRON — Don Juan. Canto V. St. 65.

Blest hour! It was a luxury-to be!— COLERIDGE — Reflections on having left a Place of Retirement. L. 43.

What will not luxury taste? Earth, sea, and air, Are daily ransack'd for the bill of fare. Blood stuffed in skins is British Christians' food, And France robs marshes of the croaking brood.— GAY — Trivia. Bk. III. L. 199.

O Luxury! thou curst by Heaven's decree.— GOLDSMITH — The Deserted Village. L. 385.

Such dainties to them, their health it might hurt: It's like sending them ruffles, when wanting a shirt.— GOLDSMITH — The Haunch of Venison.

Fell luxury! more perilous to youth Than storms or quicksands, poverty or chains.— HANNAH MORE — Belshazzar.

Luxury and dissipation, soft and gentle as their approaches are, and silently as they throw their silken chains about the heart, enslave it more than the most active and turbulent vices. C.— HANNAH MORE — Essays. Dissipation.