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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Pompey bade Sylla recollect that more worshipped the rising than the setting sun.— PLUTARCH — Life of Pompey.
Get a prayer-book in your hand, And stand betwixt two churchmen.— Shakespeare — Richard III. Act III. Sc. 7. L. 47.
Stoop, boys: this gate Instructs you how to adore the heavens and bows you To morning's holy office.— Shakespeare — Cymbeline. Act III. Sc. 3. L. 2.
To compel man to Divine Worship by threats and punishments is injurious. Forced worship shuts evils in; which then lie hidden like fires in wood beneath the ashes, that continually foment and spread until they burst forth into a flame.— SWEDENBORG — Divine Providence. No. 136,137.
'Tis virtue, wit, and worth, and all That men divine and sacred call; For what is worth, in anything, But so much money as 't will bring?— BUTLER — Hudibras. Pt. II. Canto I. L. 463.
'Tis fortune gives us birth, But Jove alone endues the soul with worth.— HOMER — Iliad. Bk. XX. L. 290.
Pope's trans. This mournful truth is everywhere confess'd, Slow rises worth by poverty depress'd.— SAM'L JOHNSON — London. L. 175.
What can ennoble sots, or slaves, or cowards? Alas! not all the blood of all the Howards. S.— POPE — Essay on Man. Ep. IV. L. 215.
Worth makes the man, and want of it the fellow. The rest is all but leather or prunello.— POPE — Essay on Man. Ep. IV. L. 203.
I would that I were low laid in my grave; I am not worth this coil that's made for me. U.— Shakespeare — King John. Act II. Sc. 1. L. 164.
O, how thy worth with manners may I sing, When thou art all the better part of me? What can mine own praise to mine own self bring? And what is't but mine own when I praise thee?— Shakespeare — Sonnet XXXIX.
A pilot's part in calms cannot be spy'd, In dangerous times true worth is only tri'd,— STIRLING — Doomes-day. The Fifth
Houre. It is a maxim, that those to whom everybody allows the second place have an undoubted title to the first.— SWIFT — Tale of a Tub. Dedication.
All human things Of dearest value hang on slender strings.— EDMUND WALLER — Miscellanies. I. L. 163.
But though that place I never gain, Herein lies comfort for my pain: I will be worthy of it. ELLA WHEELER WILCOx-I Will be Worthy of It.
Il est plus facile de paraître digne des em plois qu'on n'a pas que de ceux que l'on exerce. It is easier to appear worthy of a position one does not hold, than of the office which one fills.— LA ROCHEFOUCAULD — Maximes. 164.
La couronne vaut bien une messe ou Paris vaut bien une messe. The crown, or Paris, is well worth a mass, Attributed to HENRY IV. Le jeu ne vaut pas la chandelle. The game is not worth the candle. French Proverb Quoted by LORD— CHESTERFIELD
Z. Der Freunde Eifer ist's, der mich Zu Grunde richtet, nicht der Hass der Feinde, The zeal of friends it is that razes me, And not the hate of enemies.— SCHILLER — Wallenstein's Tod. III.
S. 18. Last Lines. A. A cruce salus. Salvation (by means of the cross).— Motto of the Irish Earl of Mayo
A cuspide corona. By my spear, a crown.— Motto of the Irish Viscount Middleton
Ad astra per aspera. To the stars through difficulties. C.— Motto of Kansas
A Deo et rege. By God and the king.— Motto of Earl Harrington, and Earl
Stanhope. Ad majorem Dei gloriam. For the greater glory of God.— Motto of the Society of Jesus
Æquam æquanimiter. With equanimity.— Motto of Lord Sheffield
Æquam servare mentem. To be unmoved.— Motto of Lord Rivers
Afflavit Deus et dissipantur. The breath of God has gone forth, and they are dispersed. Inscription on a medal struck in the reign of Queen Elizabeth, on the destruction of the Spanish Armada. Animis opibusque parati. Prepared in mind and resources; (ready to give life and property).— Motto of South Carolina
Animo et fide. By courage and faith.— Motto of the Earl of Guildford
Animus et prudentia. Courage and prudence.— Motto of General Sir David Ochterlony
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