The Oxford Dictionary of Quotations Preface

No nation wanted it so much.
‘Verses on the Death of Dr Swift’ (1731) l. 538
In Church your grandsire cut his throat;
To do the job too long he tarried,
He should have had my hearty vote,
To cut his throat before he married.
‘Verses on the Upright Judge’
‘Libertas et natale solum’:
Fine words! I wonder where you stole ’em.
‘Whitshed’s Motto on his Coach’ (1724) (Libertas... Freedom and the land of my birth)
Good God! what a genius I had when I wrote that book.
On A Tale of a Tub, in Sir Walter Scott ‘Life of Swift. Works of Swift’ (1824) vol. 1, p. 89
I shall be like that tree, I shall die at the top.
In Sir Walter Scott ‘Life of Swift’
Ubi saeva indignatio ulterius cor lacerare nequit.
Where fierce indignation can no longer tear his heart.
Swift’s epitaph
7.192 Algernon Charles Swinburne 1837-1909
Superflux of pain.
‘Anactoria’ l. 27
Maiden, and mistress of the months and stars
Now folded in the flowerless fields of heaven.
‘Atalanta in Calydon’ (1865) l. 1
When the hounds of spring are on winter’s traces,
The mother of months in meadow or plain
Fills the shadows and windy places
With lisp of leaves and ripple of rain;
And the brown bright nightingale amorous
Is half assuaged for Itylus,
For the Thracian ships and the foreign faces,
The tongueless vigil and all the pain.
‘Atalanta in Calydon’ (1865) ‘First Chorus’ st. 1
For winter’s rains and ruins are over,
And all the season of snows and sins;
The days dividing lover and lover,
The light that loses, the night that wins;
And time remembered is grief forgotten,
And frosts are slain and flowers begotten,
And in green underwood and cover