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The Oxford Dictionary of Quotations Preface

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6.71 Mme Roland 1754-93<br />

O libertè! O libertè! que de crimes on commet en ton nom!<br />

O liberty! O liberty! what crimes are committed in thy name!<br />

In Alphonse de Lamartine ‘Histoire des Girondins’ (1847) bk. 51, ch. 8<br />

<strong>The</strong> more I see <strong>of</strong> men, the better I like dogs.<br />

Attributed<br />

6.72 Frederick William Rolfe (‘Baron Corvo’) 1860-1913<br />

‘<strong>The</strong>re is no Holiness here,’ George interrupted, in that cold, white, candent voice which was<br />

more caustic than silver nitrate and more thrilling than a scream.<br />

‘Hadrian VII’ (1904) ch. 21<br />

Pray for the repose <strong>of</strong> His soul. He was so tired.<br />

‘Hadrian VII’ (1904) ch. 24<br />

6.73 Richard Rolle de Hampole c.1290-1349<br />

When Adam dalfe and Eve spane<br />

So spire it thou may spede,<br />

Where was than the pride <strong>of</strong> man<br />

That now merres his mede?<br />

In G. G. Perry ‘Religious Pieces’ (Early English Text Society, vol. 88); an altered form was taken by John<br />

Ball (d. 1381): ‘When Adam delved and Eve span, who was then the gentleman?’. J. R. Green ‘A Short<br />

History <strong>of</strong> the English People’<br />

6.74 Angelo Giuseppe Roncalli<br />

See Pope John XXIII (10.29) in Volume I<br />

6.75 Pierre de Ronsard 1524-85<br />

Mignonne, allons voir si la rose<br />

Qui ce matin avait dèclose<br />

Sa robe de pourpre au soleil<br />

A point perdu cette versprèe<br />

Les plis de sa robe pourprèe,<br />

Et son teint au vôtre pareil.<br />

Darling, let us go to see if the rose, which this morning had spread her purple robe to the sun,<br />

has not this evening lost the folds <strong>of</strong> her purple robe and her colour, that is like yours.<br />

‘Odes, á Cassandre’ no. 17<br />

Quand vous serez bien vieille, au soir, á la chandelle,<br />

Assise auprés du feu, dèvidant et filant,<br />

Direz, chantant mes vers, en vous èmerveillant,<br />

Ronsard me cèlèbrait du temps que j’ètais belle.

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