abroad

Abroad is bloody.

—GeorgeVI

   Abroad is unutterably bloody and foreigners are fiends.

—Mitford, Nancy Freeman

At home, you always have to be a politician.When you are abroad, you almost feel yourself to be a statesman.

—Stockton

Now hang it! quoth I, as I look'd towards the French coastöa man should know something of his own country too, before he goes abroad.

—Sterne, Laurence

I don't hold with abroad and think that foreigners speak English when our backs are turned.

—Crisp, Quentin

I haven't been abroad in so long that I almost speak English without an accent now.

—Benchley, Robert Charles

An ambassador is an honest man sent to lie abroad for the good of his country.

—Wotton, Sir Henry

From scenes like these, old S's grandeur springs, That makes her lov'd at home, rever'd abroad: Princes and lords are but the breath of kings, 'An honest man's the noble work of G'. See Pope 660:25.

—Burns, Robert

   I struck the board, and cried,'No more. I will abroad.' What? shall I ever sigh and pine? My lines and life are free; free as the road, Loose as the wind, as large as store.

—Herbert, George

He that is not with me is against me: and he that gathereth not with me scattereth abroad.

—Bible (NewTestament)

The people die so, that now it seems theyare fain to carry the dead to be buried by daylight, the nights not sufficing to do it in. And my Lord Mayor commands people to be within at 9 at night, all (as they say) that the sick may have liberty to go abroad for ayre.

—Pepys, Samuel

And I rose In rainy autumn And walked abroad in the shower of all my days.

—Thomas, Dylan Marlais

Weather abroad And weather in the heart alike come on Regardless of prediction.

—Rich, Adrienne Cecile

Their whole business abroad (as far as I can perceive)

—Montagu, Lady Mary Wortley ne¤  e Pierrepoint

There is continual spring, and harvest there Continual, both meeting at one time: For both the boughs do laughing blossoms bear, And with fresh colours deck the wanton prime, And eke attonce the heavy trees they climb, Which seem to labour under their fruits load: The whiles the joyous birds make their pastime Amongst the shady leaves, their sweet above, And their true loves without suspicion tell abroad.

—Spenser, Edmund

They have no education, no taste for reading, no housewifery, nor, indeed, any earthly occupation but that ofdressingtheirhair, andadorningtheirbodies.Theyhate walking, and would never go abroad, if they were not stimulated by the vanityof being seen† Nothing can be more parsimonious than the economy of these people. They live upon soup and bouille, fish and salad.

—Smollett,Tobias George