a356: The man who has not anything to boast of but his illustration ancestors, is like a potato--the only thing belonging to him is underground.
- Sir T. Overbury.
a357: So dear to heaven is saintly chastity,
That when a soul is found sincerely so
A thousand liveried angels lackey her.
- Milton.
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