Greater scarce none can stand.
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BAILEY: _Festus,_ Sc. _The Surface._


=Anarchy.=

Where eldest Night
And Chaos, ancestors of Nature, hold
Eternal anarchy amidst the noise
Of endless wars, and by confusion stand.
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MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. ii., Line 894.


=Ancestry.=

The sap which at the root is bred
In trees, through all the boughs is spread;
But virtues which in parents shine
Make not like progress through the line.
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WALLER: _To Zelinda._

What can ennoble sots, or slaves, or cowards?
Alas! not all the blood of all the Howards.
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POPE: _Essay on Man,_ Epis. iv., Line 215.