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


Kill a man’s family, and he may brook it,
But keep your hands out of his breeches’ pocket.
Byron.—Don Juan, Canto X. Stanza 79.

How melancholy are my poor breeches; not one chink!
Farquhar.—The Twin Rivals, Act I.

And yet you will stand to it, you will not pocket up wrong.
Shakespeare.—King Henry IV., Part I. Act III. Scene 3. (The Prince to Falstaff.)

Dry up thy tears, and pocket up th’ abuse,
Nor put thy friend to make a bad excuse.
Dryden’s Juvenal, Sat. XVI.