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

John Ford

  • He is a noble gentleman; withal
  • Happy in ’s endeavours: the gen’ral voice
  • Sounds him for courtesy, behaviour, language,
  • And ev’ry fair demeanour, an example:
  • Titles of honour add not to his worth;
  • Who is himself an honour to his title.
  • Melancholy
  • Is not, as you conceive, indisposition
  • Of body, but the mind’s disease.
  • Oh, happy kings,
  • Whose thrones are raised in their subjects’ hearts.
  • Sister, look ye,
  • How, by a new creation of my tailor’s
  • I’ve shook off old mortality.
  • The joys of marriage are the heaven on earth,
  • Life’s paradise, great princess, the soul’s quiet,
  • Sinews of concord, earthly immortality,
  • Eternity of pleasures.
  • There is a place in a black and hollow vault,
  • Where day is never seen; there shines no sun,
  • But flaming horror of consuming fires;
  • A lightless sulphur, chok’d with smoky fogs
  • Of an infected darkness; in this place
  • Dwell many thousand thousand sundry sorts
  • Of never dying deaths; there damn’d souls
  • Roar without pity; there are gluttons fed
  • With toads and adders; there is burning oil
  • Pour’d down the drunkard’s throat; the usurer
  • Is forc’d to sup whole draughts of molten gold;
  • There is the murderer forever stabb’d,
  • Yet can he never die; there lies the wanton
  • On racks of burning steel, while in his soul
  • He feels the torment of his raging lust;
  • There stand those wretched things,
  • Who have dream’d out whole years in lawless sheets,
  • And secret incests, cursing one another.
  • Affections injured by tyranny, or rigor of compulsion, like tempest-threatened trees, unfirmly rooted, never spring to timely growth.

    Delay in vengeance gives a heavier blow.

    Diamonds cut diamonds.

    Her words are trusty heralds to her mind.

    Let them fear bondage who are slaves to fear; the sweetest freedom is an honest heart.

    Physicians are the cobblers, rather the botchers, of men’s bodies; as the one patches our tattered clothes, so the other solders our diseased flesh.

    Titles of honor add not to his worth, who is himself an honor to his title.