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


The restless merchant, he that loves to steep
His brains in wealth, and lays his soul to sleep
In bags of bullion, sees th’ immortal crown,
And fain would mount, but ingots keep him down:
He brags to-day, perchance, and begs to-morrow:
He lent but now, wants credit now to borrow.
Blow, winds, the treasure’s gone, the merchant’s broke;
A slave to silver’s but a slave to smoke.
Quarles.—Book II. Emblem 4.

In Venice state
Where merchants gilt the top.
Marston.—What You Will, Act I.

Strike, louder strike, th’ ennobling strings,
To those whose merchant sons were kings.
Collins.—Ode to Liberty, Line 42.

Whose merchants are princes.
Isaiah, Chap. xxiii. Ver. 8. (On the overthrow of the city of Tyre.)