Possession, they say, is eleven points of the law.
Swift—Works. Vol. XVII. P. 270. Colley Cibber—Woman's Wit. Act I
Others may use the ocean as their road;
Only the English make it their abode.
Waller—Ow a War with Spain.
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{{Hoyt quote
| num =
| text = <poem>A power which has dotted over the surface of the whole globe with her possessions and military posts, whose morning drum-beat, following
the sun, and keeping company with the hours,
circles the earth with one continuous and unbroken strain of the martial airs of England.
Daniel Webster—Speech. The Presidential
Protest. May 7, 1834.
Germany must have her place in the sun.
Attributed to Wilhelm II., German Kaiser,
July, 1908.
| seealso = (See also Gage)
| topic =
| page = 617
}}
{{Hoyt quote
| num =
| text = <poem>People may have too much of a good thing:
Pull as an egg of wisdom thus I sing. <poem>
| author = John Wolcot
| cog = (Peter Pindar)
| work = Subjects for Painters. The Gentleman and his Wife.
| topic =
| page = 617
}}
{{Hoyt quote
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| text = <poem>For why? because the good old rule
Sufficeth them, the simple plan
That they should take, who have the power,
And they should keep, who can.
Wordsworth—Rob Roy's Grave. Motto of
Scott's Rob Roy.
Lord of himselfe, though not of lands,
And having nothing, yet hath all.
Sir Henry Wotton—The Character of a
Happy Life. St. 6.
g POST (Letters)
(He) put that which was most material in the
postscript.
BACOH-^Essays. Arber'sEd. 93.
| seealso = (See also Steele)
| topic =
| page = 617
}}
{{Hoyt quote
| num =
| text = <poem>He whistles as he goes, light-hearted wretch,
Cold and yet cheerful; messenger of grief
Perhaps to thousands, and of joy to some.
| author = Cowper
| work = Winter Evening. Bk. IV. L. 12.
(Of the Postman.}})
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{{Hoyt quote
| num =
| text = <poem>Belshazzar had a letter,—
He never had but one;
Belshazzar's correspondence
Concluded and begun
In that immortal copy
The conscience of us all
Can read without its glasses
On revelation's wall.
| author = Emily Dickinson
| work = Poems. XXV. (Ed.
1891) Belshazzar had a Letter.
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| note =
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{{Hoyt quote
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| text = <poem>The welcome news is in the letter found;
The carrier's not commission'd to expound;
It speaks itsejf, and what it does contain,
In all things needful to be known, is plain.
Dryden—Religio Laid. L. 366.
Carrier of news and knowledge,
Instrument of trade and industry,
Promoter of mutual acquaintance,
Of peace and good-will
Among men and nations.
Charles W. Eliot—Inscription on Southeast corner of Post-office, Washington, D. C
Messenger of sympathy and love,
Servant of parted friends,
Consoler of the lonely,
Bond of the scattered family,
Enlarger of the common life.
Charles W. Eliot—Inscription on Southwest corner of Post-office, Washington, D. C.
Every day brings a ship,
Every ship brings a word;
Well for those who have no fear,
Looking seaward well assured
That the word the vessel brings
Is the word they wish to hear.
Emerson—Letters.
Sent letters by posts .
and pressed on.
Esther. VIII. 10. 14.
being hastened
Thy letter sent to prove me,
Inflicts no sense of wrong;
No longer wilt thou love me,—
Thy letter, though, is long.
Heine—Book of Songs. New Spring. No. 34.
Neither snow, nor rain, nor heat, nor night
stays these couriers from the swift completion of
their appointed rounds.
Herodotus—Inscription on the front of the
Post office, New York City.
Letters, from absent friends, extinguish fear,
Unite division, and draw distance near;
Their magic force each silent wish conveys,
And wafts embodied thought, a thousand ways:
Could souls to bodies write, death's pow'r were
mean,
For minds could then meet minds with heav'n
between.
Aaron Htt.l—Verses Written on a Window in
a Journey to Scotland.
An exquisite invention this,
Worthy of Love's most honeyed kiss,—
This art of writing billefr«Ioux—
In buds, and odors, and bright hues!
In saying all one feels and thinks
In clever daffodils and pinks;
In puns of tulips; and in phrases,
Charming for their truth, of daisies.
Leigh Hunt—Love-Letters Made of Flowers.
A piece of simple goodness—a letter gushing
from the heart; a beautiful unstudied vindication of the worth and untiring sweetness of
human nature—a record of the invulnerability
of man, armed with high purpose, sanctified by
truth.
Douglas Jerrold—Specimens of Jerrold's
Wit. The Postman's Budget.
