Chapter DREAMS to DRINK of Index by Grocott's Quotations - Alpha

DREAMS to DRINK

DREAMS.—Dreams in their development have breath,
And tears, and tortures, and the touch of joy;
They have a weight upon our waking thoughts,
They take a weight from off our waking toils,
They do divide our being.

Byron.—The Dream, Line 5.

Led by those waking Dreams of Thought,
That warm the young unpractis’d Breast.

Langhorne.—Owen of Carron, Verse 19.

DRESS.—She bears a duke’s revenues on her back.

Shakespeare.—King Henry VI. Part II. Act I. Scene 3. (Queen Margaret to Suffolk.)

O, many
Have broke their backs with laying manors on them
For this great journey.

Shakespeare.—King Henry VIII. Act I. Scene 1. (Buckingham.)

To bear them
The back is sacrifice to the load.

Shakespeare.—King Henry VIII. Act I. Scene 2. (Katherine to Wolsey.)

Dress drains our cellar dry,
And keeps our larder lean; puts out our fires,
And introduces hunger, frost, and woe,
Where peace and hospitality might reign.

Cowper.—The Task, Book II. Line 614.

Here’s such a plague every morning, with buckling shoes, gartering, combing, and powdering.

Farquhar.—The Twin Rivals, Act I.

DRINK.—Drink to me only with thine eyes,
And I will pledge with mine;
Or leave a kiss but in the cup,
And I’ll not look for wine.

Ben Jonson.—To Celia. The Forest. This song is taken from a collection of love-letters written by Philostratus, an ancient Greek sophist.

Drink boldly, and spare not.

Urquhart’s Rabelais.—Chap. XXXIV.

Drink not the third glass, which thou canst not tame,
When once it is within thee; but before
Mayst rule it, as thou list; and pour the shame
Which it would pour on thee, upon the floor.
It is most just to throw that on the ground,
Which would throw me there, if I keep the round.

George Herbert.—The Temple, Stanza 5.

Drink to day, and drown all sorrow;
You shall not do it to-morrow:
Best while you have it, use your breath;
There is no drinking after death.

Beaumont and Fletcher.—The Bloody Brother, Act II. Scene 2.

DRINK.—I see by thy eyes thou hast been reading a little Geneva print.

Anonymous.—The Merry Devil of Edmonton.

Potations pottle deep.