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C.N. Douglas, comp. Forty Thousand Quotations: Prose and Poetical. 1917.

Sir W. Davenant

  • For in a dearth of comforts, we art taught
  • To be contented with the least.
  • How beautiful is sorrow, when ’t is drest
  • By virgin innocence? it makes
  • Felicity in others seem deform’d.
  • Your politicians
  • Have evermore a taint of vanity,
  • As hasty still to show, and boast a plot
  • As they are greedy to contrive it.
  • Actions rare and sudden do commonly proceed from fierce necessity, or else from some oblique design, which is ashamed to show itself in the public road.

    All slander must still be strangled in its birth, or time will soon conspire to make it strong enough to overcome the truth.

    Anger is blood, poured and perplexed into froth; but malice is the wisdom of our wrath.

    Calamity was ordained for man.

    Faith lights us through the dark to Deity.

    Fame, as a river, is narrowest where it is bred, and broadest afar off; so exemplary writers depend not upon the gratitude of the world.

    Honor is the moral conscience of the great.

    How beautiful is sorrow when it is dressed by virgin innocence! it makes felicity in others seem deformed.

    If mercy were not mingled with His power, this wretched world could not subsist one hour.

    It is the wit, the policy, of sin to hate those men whom we have abused.

    Know, he that foretells his own calamity, and makes events before they come, twice over doth endure the pains of evil destiny.

    Slow seems their speed whose thoughts before them run.

    Sweet, silent rhetoric of persuading eyes.

    The monument of vanished mindes.

    Think not ambition wise, because ’t is brave.