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• The princeps copy, clad in blue and gold.
  -- John Ferriar (1764-1815) -- Illustrations of Sterne, Bibliomania, Line 6...
• How pure the joy, when first my hands unfold The small, rare volume, black with tarnished gold!
  -- John Ferriar (1764-1815) -- Illustrations of Sterne, Bibliomania, Line 137...
• Torn from their destined page (unworthy meed Of knightly counsel and heroic deed).
  -- John Ferriar (1764-1815) -- Illustrations of Sterne, Bibliomania, Line 121...
• Thrice he assay'd, and thrice in spite of scorn Tears, such as angels weep, burst forth.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book i, Line 619...
• Sooth'd with the sound, the king grew vain; Fought all his battles o'er agai
  And thrice he routed all his foes, and thrice he slew the slain....
• Where peace And rest can never dwell, hope never comes That comes to all.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book i, Line 65...
• Time will run back and fetch the age of gold.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Hymn on Christ's Nativity, Line 135...
• Insatiate archer! could not one suffice? Thy shaft flew thrice, and thrice my peace was slai
  And thrice, ere thrice yon moon had filled her horn....
• Happy the man, and happy he alone, He who can call to-day his ow
  He who, secure within, can say, To-morrow, do thy worst, for I have liv'd to-day....