C.N. Douglas, comp. Forty Thousand Quotations: Prose and Poetical. 1917.


  • Love, to her ear, was but a name,
  • Combin’d with vanity and shame;
  • Her hopes, her fears, her joys, were all
  • Bounded within the cloister wall.
  • Scott.

  • Know of your youth, examine well your blood,
  • Whether, if you yield not to your father’s choice,
  • You can endure the livery of a nun;
  • For aye to be in shady cloister mewed;
  • To live a barren sister all your life,
  • Chanting faint hymns to the cold fruitless moon.
  • Thrice blessed they, that master so their blood,
  • To undergo such maiden pilgrimage.
  • Shakespeare.