Goldsmith.—The Traveller, Line 13.
BLISS—We loathe what none are left to share:
Even bliss—’twere woe alone to bear.
Byron—The Giaour.
BLOCKHEAD.—Why, you metaphorical blockhead, why could you not say so at first?
Murphy.—The Apprentice, Act I.
BLOOD.—Thoughts that would thick my blood.
Shakespeare.—Winter’s Tale, Act I. Scene 2. (Polixenes to Leontes.)
Make thick my blood.
Shakespeare.—Macbeth, Act I. Scene 5. (Lady Macbeth.)
What can ennoble sots, or slaves, or cowards?
Alas! not all the blood of all the Howards.
Pope.—Essay on Man, Epi. IV. Line 215.
What bloody man is that?
Shakespeare.—Macbeth, Act I. Scene 2. (Duncan meeting a bleeding soldier.)
As fall the dews on quenchless sands,
Blood only serves to wash ambition’s hands.
Byron.—Don Juan, Canto IX. Stanza 59.
BLOOD.—By the blood of the scratches.
Reynolds.—The Dramatist, Act III. Scene 1.