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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A rotten carcass of a boat, not rigged, Nor tackle, sail, nor mast; the very rats Instinctively have quit it.— Shakespeare — Tempest. Act I. Sc. 2. L. 146.
O, I have suffer'd With those that I saw suffer: a brave vessei, Who had, no doubt, some noble creature in her, Dash'd all to pieces. O, the cry did knock Against my very heart! Poor souls, they perished.— Shakespeare — Tempest. Act I. Sc. 2. L. 5.
Or shipwrecked, kindles on the coast False fires, that others may be lost.— WORDSWORTH — To the Lady Fleming.
The best of remedies is a beefsteak Against sea-sickness; try it, sir, before You sneer, and I assure you this is true, For I have found it answer-so may you.— BYRON — Don Juan. Canto II. St. 13.
But when ill indeed, E'en dismissing the doctor don't always succeed. GEORGE COLMAN (the Younger) - Broad Grins. Lodgings for Single Gentlemen. St. 7. Some maladies are rich and precious and only to be acquired by the right of inheritance or purchased with gold.— NATH. HAWTHORNE — Mosses from an
Old Manse. The Old Manse. The Procession of Life. A malady Preys on my heart that med'cine cannot reach.— MATURIN — Bertram. Act IV. Sc. 2.
He had a fever when he was in Spain, And when the fit was on him, I did mark How he did shake; 'tis true, this god did shake: His coward lips did from their colour fly, And that same eye whose bend doth awe the world Did lose his lustre. Julius Cæsar. Act I. Sc. 2. L. 119. My long sickness Of health and living now begins to mend, And nothing brings me all things.— Shakespeare — Timon of Athens. Act V. Sc. 1. L. 189.
What, is Brutus sick, And will he steal out of his wholesome bed, To dare the vile contagion of the night? Julius Cæsar. Act II. Sc. 1. L. 263. I've known my lady (for she loves a tune) For fevers take an opera in June: And, though perhaps you'll think the practice bold, A midnight park is sov'reign for a cold.— YOUNG — Love of Fame. Satire V. L. 185.
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