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


Sooth’d with the sound, the king grew vain,
Fought all his battles o’er again;
And thrice he routed all his foes,
And thrice he slew the slain.
Dryden.—Alexander’s Feast, Verse 4.

The broken soldier, kindly bid to stay,
Sat by his fire, and talk’d the night away;
Wept o’er his wounds, or tales of sorrow done,
Shoulder’d his crutch, and show’d how fields were won.
Goldsmith.—The Deserted Village, Line 155.