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


May I lie cold before that dreadful day,
Press’d with a load of monumental clay!
Pope.—Homer’s Iliad, Book VI. Line 590.

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.

The precious porcelain of human clay.
Byron.—Don Juan, Canto IV. Stanza 11.

There let me sleep forgotten in the clay.
Bruce.—Elegy written in Spring, Verse 23.