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It strikes! one, two, Three, four, five, six. Enough, enough, dear watch, Thy pulse hath beat enough. Now sleep and rest; Would thou could'st make the time to do so too; I'll wind thee up no more.— BEN JONSON — Staple of News. Act I. Sc. 1.
Rich and rare were the gems she wore, And a bright gold ring on her wand she bore.— MOORE — Irish Melodies. Rich and Rare
were the Gems She Wore. On her white breast a sparkling cross she wore, Which Jews might kiss and Infidels adore.— POPE — Rape of the Lock. Canto II. L. 7.
Nay, tarry a moment, my charming girl; Here is a jewel of gold and pearl; A beautiful cross it is I ween As ever on beauty's breast was seen; There's nothing at all but love to pay; Take it and wear it, but only stay! Ah! Sir Hunter, what excellent taste! I'm not in such particular-haste.— J. G. SAXE — The Hunter and the Milkmaid. Trans.
And jewels, two stones, two rich and precious stones, Stol'n by my daughter!— Shakespeare — Merchant of Venice. Act II. Sc. 8. L. 20.
A quarrel *** About a hoop of gold, a paltry ring.— Shakespeare — Merchant of Venice. Act V. Sc. 1. L. 146.
Ever out of frame, And never going aright, being a watch, But being watch'd that it may still go right!— Shakespeare — Love's Labour's Lost. Act III. Sc. 1. L. 193.
I'll give my jewels for a set of beads.— Shakespeare — Richard II. Act III. Sc. 3. L. 147.
I see the jewel best enameled Will lose his beauty; and the gold 'bides still, That others touch, and often touching will Wear gold.— Shakespeare — Comedy of Errors. Act II. Sc. 1. L. 109.
The clock upbraids me with the waste of time.— Shakespeare — Twelfth Night. Act III. Sc. 1. L. 141.
'Tis plate of rare device, and jewels Of rich and exquisite form; their value's great; And I am something curious, being strange, To have them in safe stowage.— Shakespeare — S. Cymbeline. Act I. Sc. 6. L. 189.
Your ring first; And here the bracelet of the truest princess That ever swore her faith.— Shakespeare — Cymbeline. Act V. Sc. 5. L. 416.
The tip no jewel needs to wear: The tip is jewel of the ear.— SIR PHILIP SIDNEY — Sonnet.
What Tongue can Her Perfection Tell? Jewels five-words-long, That on the stretch'd forefinger of all Time Sparkle for ever.— TENNYSON — The Princess. Pt. II. L. 355.
The lively Diamond drinks thy purest rays, Collected light, compact.— THOMSON — The Seasons.
Summer. L. 142. Journalism. Advertisements are of great use to the vulgar. First of all, as they are instruments of ambition. A man that is by no means big enough for the Gazette, may easily creep into the advertisements; by which means we often see an apothecary in the same paper of news with a plenipotentiary, or a running footman with an ambassador.— ADDISON — Tatler. No. 224.
* * * earnestly advise them I would for their good to order this paper to be punctually served up, and to be looked upon as a part of the tea equipage.— ADDISON — Spectator. No. 10.
The great art in writing advertisements is the finding out a proper method to catch the reader's eye; without which a good thing may pass over unobserved, or be lost among commissions of bankrupt.— ADDISON — The Tatler. No. 224.
They consume a considerable quantity of our paper manufacture, employ our artisans in printing, and find business for great numbers of indigent persons.— ADDISON — Spectator: No. 367.
The highest reach of a news-writer is an empty Reasoning on Policy, and vain Conjectures on the public Management.— DE LA BRUYÈRE — The Characters or Manners of the Present Age. Ch. I.
The News-writer lies down at Night in great Tranquillity, upon a piece of News which corrupts before Morning, and which he is obliged to throw away as soon as he awakes.— DE LA BRUYÈRE — The Characters or Manners of the Present Age. Ch. I.
OCCUPATIONS-JOURNALISM. 435 Hear, land o' cakes, and brither Scots, Frae Maidenkirk to Johnny Groat's; If there's a hole in a' your coats, I rede you tent it: A chiel's amang you taking notes, And, faith, he'll prent it.— BURNS — On Capt. Grose's
Peregrinations Through Scotland. A would-be satirist, a hired buffoon, A monthly scribbler of some low lampoon, Condemn'd to drudge, the meanest of the mean, And furbish falsehoods for a magazine.— BYRON — English Bards and Scotch Reviewers. L. 975.
The editor sat in his sanctum, his countenance furrowed with care, His mind at the bottom of business, his feet at the top of a chair, His chair-arm an elbow supporting, his right hand upholding his head, His eyes on his dusty old table, with different documents spread.— WILL CARLETON — Farm Ballads.
The Editor's Guests. The press is the fourth estate of the realm.— CARLYLE — Heroes and Hero-Worship. Sec. V.
Only a newspaper! Quick read, quick lost, Who sums the treasure that it carries hence? Torn, trampled under feet, who counts thy cost, Star-eyed intelligence?— MARY CLEMMER — The Journalist. St. 9.
To serve thy generation, this thy fate: "Written in water," swiftly fades thy name; But he who loves his kind does, first and late, A work too great for fame.— MARY CLEMMER — The Journalist.
Last Stanza. Did Charity prevail, the press would prove A vehicle of virtue, truth, and love.— COWPER — Charity. L. 624.
He comes, the herald of a noisy world, With spatter'd boots, strapp'd waist, and frozen locks; News from all nations lumbering at his back.— COWPER — The Task. Bk. IV. L. 5.
Miscellanists are the most popular writers among every people; for it is they who form a communication between the learned and the unlearned, and, as it were, throw a bridge between those two great divisions of the public.— S. ISAAC DISRAELI — Literary Character of
Men of Genius. Miscellanists. Newspapers always excite curiosity. No one ever lays one down without a feeling of disappointment.— CHARLES LAMB — Essays of Elia.