Chapter SINGLE to SLANDER of Index by Grocott's Quotations - Alpha

SINGLE to SLANDER

SINGLE.—I be quite single: my relations be all dead, thank heavens more or less. I have but one poor mother left in the world, and she’s an helpless woman.

Sheridan.—St. Patrick’s Day, Act II. Scene 1.

Earthly happier is the rose distill’d,
Than that which, withering on the virgin thorn,
Grows, lives, and dies, in single blessedness.

Shakespeare.—Midsummer Night’s Dream, Act I. Scene 1. (Theseus to Hermia.)

SINGULARITY.—Put thyself into the trick of singularity.

Shakespeare.—Twelfth Night, Act II. Scene 5. (Malvolio reading a Letter.)

SINNING.—I am a man
More sinn’d against than sinning.

Shakespeare.—King Lear, Act III. Scene 2. (Lear to Kent.)

SIRE.—Why bid the virtues of the sire
From son to son extend.

Hoole’s Metastatio.—Romulus and Hersilia, Act I. Scene 1.

SIT.—Why should a man, whose blood is warm within,
Sit like his grandsire cut in alabaster?

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

Is ’t possible? Sits the wind in that corner?

Shakespeare.—Much Ado about Nothing, Act II. Scene 3. (Beatrice, on hearing that she loves Benedick.)

SIX.—I often wish’d that I had clear,
For life, six hundred pounds a-year,
A handsome house to lodge a friend,
A river at my garden’s end.

Swift.—Horace, Book II. Sat. 6

SKULL.—That skull had a tongue in it, and could sing once.

Shakespeare.—Hamlet, Act V. Scene 1. (Hamlet to Horatio.)

Remove yon skull from out the scatter’d heaps:
Is that a temple where a God may dwell?
Why, ev’n the worm at last disdains her shatter’d celi!

Byron.—Childe Harold, Canto II. Stanza 5.

SKY.—The western sky was purpled o’er
With every pleasing ray;
And flocks reviving felt no more
The sultry heats of day.

Shenstone.—Nancy of the Vale, Verse 1.

SKYLARK.—Type of the wise, who soar, but never roam;
True to the kindred points of heaven and home.

Wordsworth.—To a Skylark.

SLANDER.—Slander—
Whose edge is sharper than the sword.

Shakespeare.—Cymbeline, Act III. Scene 4. (Pisanio musing while Imogen reads the Letter.)

Calumny will sear
Virtue itself: these shrugs, these hums, and ha’s.