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


Infusing him with self and vain conceit,
As if this flesh, which walls about our life,
Were brass impregnable,—and humoured thus,
Comes at the last, and with a little pin
Bores through his castle walls and—farewell King!
Shakespeare.—King Richard II., Act III. Scene 2. (To his Nobles.)

O, that this too too solid flesh would melt,
Thaw, and resolve itself into a dew!
Shakespeare.—Hamlet, Act I. Scene 2. (Soliloquy on the unprofitableness of the world, the recent marriage of his mother, and the comparison between his uncle and his father.)