Grocott & Ward, comps. Grocott’s Familiar Quotations, 6th ed. 189-?.


We loathe what none are left to share:
Even bliss—’twere woe alone to bear.
Byron—The Giaour.

On you be every bliss; and every day,
In home-felt joys delighted, roll away,
Yourselves, your wives, your long-descending race,
May every God enrich with every grace.
Pope.—The Odyssey, Book XIII. Line 56.