PRIMROSE PRINTING
Pride hath no other glass
To show itself but pride, for supple knees
Feed arrogance and are the proud man's fees.
world, how apt the poor are to be proud!
Twelfth Night. Act III. Sc. 1. L. 138.
The Lords of creation men we call.
Emily Anne Shuldham—Lords of Creation.
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From blindness bold, and towering to 'the skies.
Young—Night Thoughts. Night VI. L. 324.
PRIMROSE
Primula
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Ring-ting! I wish I were a primrose,
A bright yellow primrose blowing in the spring!
The stooping boughs above me,
The wandering bee to love me,
The fern and moss to creep across,
And the elm-tree for our king!
Wm. Allingham—Wishing. A Child's Song.
The primrose banks how fair!
Burns—My Chloris, Mark How Green the
Groves.
"I could have brought you some primroses,
but I do not like to mix violets with anything."
"They say primroses make a capital salad,"
said Lord St. Jerome.
Benj. Disraeli—Lothair. Ch. XIII.
Her modest looks the cottage might adorn,
Sweet as the primrose peeps beneath the thorn.
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Why doe ye weep, sweet babes? Can tears
Speak griefe in you,
Who were but borne
Just as the modest morne
Teemed her refreshing dew?
Herbick—To Primroses.
lo A tuft of evening primroses,
O'er which the mind may hover till it dozes;
O'er which it well might take a pleasant sleep,
But that 'tis ever startled by the leap
Of buds into ripe flowers.
Keats—I Stood Tiptoe Upon a Little Hill.
Bountiful Primroses,
With outspread heart that needs the rough
leaves' care.
George MacDonald—Wild Flowers.
Mild offspring of a dark and sullen sire!
Whose modest form, so delicately fine,
Was nursed in whirling storms,
And cradled in the winds.
Thee when young spring first question'd winter's sway,
And dared the sturdy blusterer to the fight,
Thee on his bank he threw
T6 mark his victory.
Henry Kirke White—To an Early Primrose.
A primrose by a river's brim,
A yellow primrose was to him,
And it was nothing more.
Wordsworth—Peter Bell. Pt. I. St. 12.
Primroses, the Spring may love them;
Summer knows but little of them.
Wordsworth—Foresight.
The Primrose for a veil had spread
The largest of her upright leaves;
And thus for purposes benign,
A simple flower deceives.
Wordsworth—A Wren's Nest.
PRINCIPLE
A precedent embalms a principle.
Benj. Disraeli—Speech on the Expenditures
of the Country. Feb. 22, 1848.
I don't believe in princerple,
But, oh, I du in interest.
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No. VI. St. 9.
Ez to my princerples, I glory
In hevin' nothin' o' the sort.
Lowelij—The Biglow Papers.
No. VII. St. 10.
PRINTING
First Series.
Memoriae sacrum
Typographia
Ars artium omnium
Conservatrix
Hie primum inventa
Circa annum mccccxl.
Sacred to the memory of printing, the art
preservative of all arts. This was first invented about the year 1440.
Inscription on the fagade of the house once
occupied by Laurent Koster at Harlem.
"The art preservative of all arts," probably taken from this.
He who first shortened the labor of Copyists
by device of Movable Types was disbanding hired
Armies and cashiering most Kings and Senates,
and creating a whole new Democratic world: he
had invented the Art of printing.
Carlyle—Sartor Resartus. Bk. I. Ch. V.
Transforms old print
To zigzag manuscript, and cheats the eyes
Of gallery critics by a thousand arts.
Every school boy and school girl who has arrived at the age of reflection ought to know
something about the history of the art of printing.
Horace Mann—The Common School Journal.
February, 1843. Printing and Paper Making.
Though an angel should write, still 'tis devils
must print.
Moore—The Fudge Family in England. Letter III.
