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

Randolph

  • A free school
  • For th’ education of young gentlemen,
  • To study how to drink and take tobacco.
  • England, of all countries in the world,
  • Most blind to thine own good.
  • First worship God; he that forgets to pray
  • Bids not himself good morrow, nor good day.
  • Fond fools
  • Promise themselves a name from building churches.
  • It weaks the brain, it spoils the memory,
  • Hasting on age, and wilful poverty;
  • It drowns thy better parts, making thy name
  • To foes a laughter, to thy friends a shame.
  • ’Tis virtue’s poison and the bane of trust,
  • The match of wrath, the fuel unto lust.
  • Quite leave this vice, and turn not to ’t again,
  • Upon presumption of a stronger brain;
  • For he who holds more wine than others can,
  • I rather count a hogshead than a man.
  • Reprove not in their wrath incensed men;
  • Good counsel comes clean out of reason then,
  • But when his fury is appeased and past,
  • He will conceive his fault, and mend at last,
  • When he is cool, and calm, then utter it;
  • No man gives physic in the midst o’ the fit.
  • Thy credit wary keep, ’tis quickly gone;
  • Being got by many actions, lost by one.
  • To tell thy mis’ries will no comfort breed;
  • Men help thee most, that think thou hast no need;
  • But if the world once thy misfortunes know,
  • Thou soon shalt lose a friend and find a foe.
  • Whoever makes his father’s heart to bleed,
  • Shall have a child that will revenge the deed.
  • Whose wound no salve can cure. Each blow doth leave
  • A lasting sear, that with a poison eats
  • Into the marrow of their fame, and lives;
  • Th’ eternal ulcer to their memories.
  • Mean spirits under disappointment, like small beer in a thunder-storm, always turn sour.