Chapter CHURLISH to CLIMB of Index by Grocott's Quotations - Alpha

CHURLISH to CLIMB

CHURLISH.—My master is of churlish disposition,
And little recks to find the way to heaven
By doing deeds of hospitality.

Shakespeare.—As you Like It, Act II. Scene 4. (Corin to Rosalind.)

I tell thee, churlish priest,
A minist’ring angel shall my sister be,
When thou liest howling.

Shakespeare.—Hamlet, Act V. Scene 1. (Laertes to the Priest who refused Ophelia Christian burial.)

CIRCLE.—As on the smooth expanse of chrystal lakes
The sinking stone at first a circle makes;
The trembling surface by the motion stirr’d,
Spreads in a second circle, then a third;
Wide, and more wide, the floating rings advance,
Fill all the watery plain, and to the margin dance.

Pope.—Temple of Fame, Line 436.

The small pebble stirs the peaceful lake;
The circle mov’d, a circle straight succeeds,
Another still, and still another spreads.

Pope.—Essay on Man, Epi. IV. Line 364.

Glory is like a circle in the water,
Which never ceaseth to enlarge itself,
Till, by broad spreading, it disperse to nought.

Shakespeare.—King Henry VI. Part I. Act I. Scene 2. (La Pucelle to Charles the Dauphin.)

CIRCUMSTANCE.—Speed. Nay, that I can deny by a circumstance.
Proteus. It shall go hard, but I’ll prove it by another.

Shakespeare.—Two Gentlemen of Verona, Act I. Scene 1.

CLAWING.—Have always been at daggers-drawing,
And one another clapper-clawing.

Butler.—Hudibras, Part II. Canto II. Line 79.

CLAY.—May I lie cold before that dreadful day,
Press’d with a load of monumental clay.

Pope.—Homer’s Iliad, Book VI. Line 590.

CLAY.—For ever will I sleep, while poor maids cry,
“Alas! for pity stay,
And let us die
With thee; men cannot mock us in the clay.”

Beaumont and Fletcher.—The Captain.

Ay; these look like the workmanship of Heaven:
This is the porcelain clay of human kind,
And therefore cast into these noble moulds.

Dryden.—Don Sebastian, Act I. Scene 1.

CLEAN YOUR SHOES?

Gay.—Trivia, Book I. Line 24; Book II. Line 100.

CLIMB.—Ah! who can tell how hard it is to climb
The steep where Fame’s proud temple shines afar!

Beattie.—The Minstrel, Verse I. Line 1.

Fain would I climb, but that I fear to fall.