John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
Rihard Brinsley Sheridan 1751-1816 John Bartlett
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Illiterate him, I say, quite from your memory. | |
The Rivals. Act i. Sc. 2. | |
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’T is safest in matrimony to begin with a little aversion. | |
The Rivals. Act i. Sc. 2. | |
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A progeny of learning. | |
The Rivals. Act i. Sc. 2. | |
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A circulating library in a town is as an evergreen tree of diabolical knowledge. | |
The Rivals. Act iii. Sc. 1. | |
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He is the very pine-apple of politeness! | |
The Rivals. Act iii. Sc. 3. | |
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If I reprehend anything in this world, it is the use of my oracular tongue, and a nice derangement of epitaphs! | |
The Rivals. Act iii. Sc. 3. | |
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As headstrong as an allegory on the banks of the Nile. | |
The Rivals. Act iii. Sc. 3. | |
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Too civil by half. | |
The Rivals. Act iii. Sc. 4. | |
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Our ancestors are very good kind of folks; but they are the last people I should choose to have a visiting acquaintance with. | |
The Rivals. Act iv. Sc. 1. | |
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No caparisons, miss, if you please. Caparisons don’t become a young woman. | |
The Rivals. Act iv. Sc. 2. | |
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We will not anticipate the past; so mind, young people,—our retrospection will be all to the future. | |
The Rivals. Act iv. Sc. 2. | |
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You are not like Cerberus, three gentlemen at once, are you? | |
The Rivals. Act iv. Sc. 2. | |
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The quarrel is a very pretty quarrel as it stands; we should only spoil it by trying to explain it. | |
The Rivals. Act iv. Sc. 3. | |
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You ’re our enemy; lead the way, and we ’ll precede. | |
The Rivals. Act v. Sc. 1. | |
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There ’s nothing like being used to a thing. 1 | |
The Rivals. Act v. Sc. 3. | |
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As there are three of us come on purpose for the game, you won’t be so cantankerous as to spoil the party by sitting out. | |
The Rivals. Act v. Sc. 3. | |
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My valour is certainly going! it is sneaking off! I feel it oozing out, as it were, at the palm of my hands! | |
The Rivals. Act v. Sc. 3. | |
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I own the soft impeachment. | |
The Rivals. Act v. Sc. 3. | |
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Steal! to be sure they may; and, egad, serve your best thoughts as gypsies do stolen children,—disfigure them to make ’em pass for their own. 2 | |
The Critic. Act i. Sc. 1. | |
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The newspapers! Sir, they are the most villanous, licentious, abominable, infernal— Not that I ever read them! No, I make it a rule never to look into a newspaper. | |
The Critic. Act i. Sc. 2. | |
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Egad, I think the interpreter is the hardest to be understood of the two! | |
The Critic. Act i. Sc. 2. | |
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Sheer necessity,—the proper parent of an art so nearly allied to invention. | |
The Critic. Act i. Sc. 2. | |
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No scandal about Queen Elizabeth, I hope? | |
The Critic. Act ii. Sc. 1. | |
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Certainly nothing is unnatural that is not physically impossible. | |
The Critic. Act ii. Sc. 1. | |
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Where they do agree on the stage, their unanimity is wonderful. | |
The Critic. Act ii. Sc. 2. | |
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Inconsolable to the minuet in Ariadne. | |
The Critic. Act ii. Sc. 2. | |
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The Spanish fleet thou canst not see, because—it is not yet in sight! | |
The Critic. Act ii. Sc. 2. | |
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An oyster may be crossed in love. | |
The Critic. Act iii. Sc. 1. | |
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You shall see them on a beautiful quarto page, where a neat rivulet of text shall meander through a meadow of margin. | |
School for Scandal. Act i. Sc. 1. | |
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Here is the whole set! a character dead at every word. | |
School for Scandal. Act ii. Sc. 2. | |
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I leave my character behind me. | |
School for Scandal. Act ii. Sc. 2. | |
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Here ’s to the maiden of bashful fifteen; Here ’s to the widow of fifty; Here ’s to the flaunting, extravagant quean, And here ’s to the housewife that ’s thrifty! Let the toast pass; Drink to the lass; I ’ll warrant she ’ll prove an excuse for the glass. | |
School for Scandal. Act iii. Sc. 3. | |
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An unforgiving eye, and a damned disinheriting countenance. | |
School for Scandal. Act v. Sc. 1. | |
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It was an amiable weakness. 3 | |
School for Scandal. Act v. Sc. 1. | |
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I ne’er could any lustre see In eyes that would not look on me; I ne’er saw nectar on a lip But where my own did hope to sip. | |
The Duenna. Act i. Sc. 2. | |
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Had I a heart for falsehood framed, I ne’er could injure you. | |
The Duenna. Act i. Sc. 5. | |
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Conscience has no more to do with gallantry than it has with politics. | |
The Duenna. Act ii. Sc. 4. | |
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While his off-heel, insidiously aside, Provokes the caper which he seems to chide. | |
Pizarro. The Prologue. | |
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Such protection as vultures give to lambs. | |
Pizarro. Act ii. Sc. 2. | |
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A life spent worthily should be measured by a nobler line,—by deeds, not years. 4 | |
Pizarro. Act iv. Sc. 1. | |
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The Right Honorable gentleman is indebted to his memory for his jests, and to his imagination for his facts. 5 | |
Speech in Reply to Mr. Dundas. Sheridaniana. | |
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You write with ease to show your breeding, But easy writing ’s curst hard reading. | |
Clio’s Protest. Life of Sheridan (Moore). Vol. i. p. 155. |
Note 1. ’T is nothing when you are used to it.—Jonathan Swift: Polite Conversation, iii. [back] |
Note 2. See Churchill, Quotation 3. [back] |
Note 3. See Fielding, Quotation 16. [back] |
Note 4. He who grown aged in this world of woe, In deeds, not years, piercing the depths of life, So that no wonder waits him. Lord Byron: Childe Harold, canto iii. stanza 5. We live in deeds, not years; in thoughts, not breaths.—Philip James Bailey: Festus. A Country Town. Who well lives, long lives; for this age of ours Should not be numbered by years, daies, and hours. Du Bartas: Days and Weekes. Fourth Day. Book ii. [back] |
Note 5. On peut dire que son esprit brille aux dépens de sa mémoire (One may say that his wit shines by the help of his memory).—Alain René Le Sage: Gil Blas, livre iii. chap. xi. [back] |