In my school-days, when I had lost one shaft,
I shot his fellow of the self-same flight,
The self-same way, with more advised watch
To find the other; and, by adventuring both,
I oft found both.

Shakespeare.—Merchant of Venice, Act I. Scene 1. (Bassanio to Antonio.)

ART.—To me more dear, congenial to my heart,
One native charm, than all the gloss of art.

Goldsmith.—Deserted Village, Line 253.

And, even while Fashion’s brightest arts decoy,
The heart distrusting asks, if this be joy?

Goldsmith.—Ibid., Line 263.

ASHES.—E’en from the tomb the voice of Nature cries,
E’en in our ashes live their wonted fires.

Gray.—Elegy, Verse 23. Chaucer.—The Reeve’s Prol., Line 3380.

Our best remains are ashes and a shade.

Francis.—Horace, Book IV. Ode 7.

ASS.—O, that he were here, to write me down, an ass!
O, that I had been writ down, an ass!

Shakespeare.—Much Ado About Nothing, Act IV. Scene 2. (Dogberry.)

ASSEMBLY.—Is our whole dissembly appeared?


ASSURANCE.—I’ll make assurance double sure,
And take a bond of fate.

Shakespeare.—Macbeth, Act IV. Scene 1. (Macbeth and the Apparition.)

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