Chapter TEDIOUS to TEMPLE of Index by Grocott's Quotations - Alpha

TEDIOUS to TEMPLE

TEDIOUS.—O, he’s as tedious
As is a tired horse.

Shakespeare.—King Henry IV. Part I. Act III. Scene 1. (Hotspur to mortimer.)

A tragic farce,
Tedious, though short, elab’rate without art,
Ridiculously sad.

Lillo.—Fatal Curiosity, Act I. Scene 1.

TEETH.—Teeth, like falling snow
For white, were placed in a double row.

Cowley.—Constantia and Philetus, Verse 4.

Such a pearly row of teeth, that sovereignty would have pawned her jewels for them.

Sterne.—Tristram Shandy, Vol. VII. Chap.8.

TEETH.—For her teeth, where there is one of ivory, its neighbour is pure ebony, black and white alternately, just like the keys of a harpsichord.

Sheridan.—The Duenna, Act II. Scene 3.

TEMPER.—Oh! blest with temper, whose unclouded ray
Can make to-morrow cheerful as to-day:
She, who can own a sister’s charms, and hear
Sighs for a daughter with unwounded ear;
That never answers till a husband cools,
And if she rules him, never shows she rules.

Pope.—Moral Essays, Epi. II. To a Lady, Line 257.

And mistress of herself though china fall.

Pope.—Line 268.

I’ll make them live as brothers should with brother,
And keep them in good-humour with each other.

Churchill.—Night, Line 67.

TEMPERANCE.—On morning wings how active springs the mind
That leaves the load of yesterday behind!
How easy every labour it pursues!

Pope.—Book II. Sat. II. Line 82.

If all the world
Should in a fit of temperance feed on pulse,
Drink the clear stream, and nothing wear but frieze,
The All-giver would be unthank’d, would be unpraised;
Not half his riches known, and yet despis’d;
And we should serve him a grudging master,
As a penurious niggard of his wealth;
And live like nature’s bastards, not her sons.

Milton.—Comus.

TEMPEST.—O, then began the tempest of my soul!

Shakespeare.—King Richard III. Act I. Scene 4. (Clarence relating his Dream to Brakenbury.)

TEMPLE.—There’s nothing ill can dwell in such a temple:
If the ill spirit have so fair a house,
Good things will strive to dwell with ’t.

Shakespeare.—Tempest, Act I. Scene 2. (Miranda to Prospero.)

All unfit in such a pile to dwell.