The mother said to her daughter, "Daughter, bid thy daughter tell her daughter that her daughter's daughter hath a daughter." GEORGE HAKEWILL-Apologie. Bk. III. Ch. V. Sec. 9. Mater ait natæ die natæ filia natum Ut moneat natæ plangere filiolam. The mother says to her daughter: Daughter bid thy daughter, to tell her daughter, that her daughter's daughter is crying. See GRESWELL-Account of Runcorn. P. 34. Another trans.: Rise up daughter, and go to thy daughter, For her daughter's daughter hath a daughter. Another old form in WILLETS' Hexapla, in Leviticum. Ch. XXVI. 9. . There was a place in childhood that I remember well, And there a voice of sweetest tone bright fairy tales did tell. SAMUEL LOVER-My Mother Dear. So loving to my mother That he might not esteem the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. Hamlet. Act. I. Sc. 2. L. 140. 16 And all my mother came into mine eyes And gave me up to tears. Henry V. Act. IV. Sc. 6. L. 32. 17 And say to mothers what a holy charge Is theirs with what a kingly power their love Might rule the fountains of the new-born mind. MRS. SIGOURNEY-The Mother of Washington. L. 33. They say that man is mighty, He governs land and sea, He wields a mighty scepter O'er lesser powers that be; Man from his throne has hurled, WM. ROSS WALLACE-What Rules the World. Written about 1865-6. (See also Ross, also J. A. WALLACE under PRAYER) The mother said to her daughter, "Daughter, bid thy daughter tell her daughter that her daughter's daughter hath a daughter." GEORGE HAKEWILL-Apologie. Bk. III. Ch. Mater ait natæ die natæ filia natum The mother says to her daughter: Daughter bid thy daughter, to tell her daughter, that her daughter's daughter is crying. See GRESWELL-Account of Runcorn. P. 34. Another trans.: Rise up daughter, and go to thy daughter, For her daughter's daughter hath a daughter. Another old form in WILLETS' Hexapla, in Leviticum. Ch. XXVI. 9. . There was a place in childhood that I remember well, And there a voice of sweetest tone bright fairy tales did tell. SAMUEL LOVER-My Mother Dear. So loving to my mother That he might not esteem the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. Hamlet. Act. I. Sc. 2. L. 140. 16 And all my mother came into mine eyes And gave me up to tears. Henry V. Act. IV. Sc. 6. L. 32. 17 And say to mothers what a holy charge They say that man is mighty, O'er lesser powers that be; Man from his throne has hurled, WM. ROSS WALLACE-What Rules the World. Written about 1865-6. (See also Ross, also J. A. WALLACE under PRAYER) Some asked me where the rubies grew, And nothing I did say, But with my finger pointed to The lips of Julia. 10 for Magistrates. (1587) MALONE suggests that the Latin words appeared in the old Latin play by RICHARD EEDES-Epilogus Cæsaris Interfecti, given at Christ Church Oxford. (1582) HERRICK-The Rock of Rubies, and the Quarrie Blood, though it sleep a time, yet never dies. of Pearls. The gods on murtherers fix revengeful eyes. GEO. CHAPMAN-The Widow's Tears. Act V. Sc. IV. 11 Mordre wol out, that see we day by day. CHAUCER Canterbury Tales. The Nonnes Preestes Tale. L. 15,058. 12 Murder may pass unpunish'd for a time, But tardy justice will o'ertake the crime. DRYDEN-The Cock and the Fox. L. 285. 13 Murder, like talent, seems occasionally to run in families. GEORGE HENRY LEWES-Physiology of Common Life. Ch. XII. 14 Absolutism tempered by assassination. COUNT MÜNSTER, Hanoverian envoy at St. Petersburg, writing of the Russian Consti tution. 15 Neque enim lex est æquior ulla, Quam necis artifices arte perire sua. Nor is there any law more just, than that he who has plotted death shall perish by his own plot. ÖVID Ars Amatoria. I. 655. 16 One murder made a villain, Millions a hero.-Princes were privileg'd To kill, and numbers sanctified the crime. Ah! why will kings forget that they are men, And men that they are brethren? BISHOP PORTEUS-Death. L. 154. (See also YOUNG) 17 Murder most foul, as in the best it is; 18 For murder, though it have no tongue, will speak With most miraculous organ. He took my father grossly, full of bread; Hamlet. Act III. Sc. 3. L. 80. 20 No place, indeed, should murder sanctuarize. Hamlet. Act IV. Sc. 7. L. 128. 21 O, pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth, Julius Cæsar. Act III. Sc. 1. L. 254. |