Chapter CONVERSE to COURAGE of Index by Grocott's Quotations - Alpha

CONVERSE to COURAGE

CONVERSE.—In days of yore when time was young,
When birds convers’d as well as sung,
When use of speech was not confin’d
Merely to brutes of human kind.

Lloyd.—Hare and Tortoise.

CONVERSING.—With thee conversing I forget the way.

Gay.—Trivia, Book II. Line 480.

With thee conversing I forget all time.

Milton.—Paradise Lost, Book IV. Line 639.

While we converse with her, we mark
No want of day, nor think it dark.

Waller.—The Night Piece.

COOKS.—Are these the choice dishes the doctor has sent us?
Is this the great poet whose works so content us?
This Goldsmith’s fine feast, who has written fine books?
Heaven sends us good meat—but the Devil sends cooks.

Garrick.—On Goldsmith’s “Retaliation.”

COPY.—You are the cruell’st she alive,
If you will lead these graces to the grave,
And leave the world no copy.

Shakespeare.—Twelfth Night, Act I. Scene 5. (Viola to Olivia.)

CORINTH.—It is not every man’s lot to gain Corinth.

Smart`s Horace.—Book I. Epi. 17.

CORK.—The cork shall start obsequious to my thumb.

Scott.—Peveril of the Peak, Chap. 22.

CORNISH MEN.—By Pol, Tre, and Pen,
You may know the Cornish men.

Scott.—Kenilworth, Chap. I.

CORPORAL. The Corporal.—Tread lightly on his ashes, ye men of genius—for he was your kinsman: weed his grave clean, ye men of goodness—for he was your brother. Oh Corporal! had I thee but now—now that I am able to give thee a dinner and protection—how would I cherish thee! But alas! alas! alas! now that I can do this, the occasion is lost—for thou art gone; thy genius fled up to the stars, from whence it came; and that warm heart of thine, with all its generous and open vessels, compressed into a clod of the valley!

Sterne.—Tristram Shandy, Vol. VI. Chap. 25.

CORSAIR.—He left a Corsair’s name to other times,
Link’d with one virtue, and a thousand crimes.

Byron.—The Corsair, Canto III. Stanza 24.

COT—COTTAGE—COTTAR.—At night returning, every labour sped,
He sits him down the monarch of a shed;
Smiles by his cheerful fire, and round surveys
His children’s looks that brighten at the blaze;
While his lov’d partner, boastful of her hoard,
Displays her cleanly platter on the board,