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

Rochester

  • Nothing! thou elder brother ev’n to shade!
  • Thou hadst a being ere the world was made,
  • And, well-fix’d, art alone of ending not afraid.
  • Books bear him up awhile, and make him try to swim with bladders of philosophy.

    Born to myself, I like myself alone.

    Custom does often reason overrule.

    Envy is a passion so full of cowardice and shame that nobody ever had the confidence to own it.

    ’Tis a meaner part of sense to find a fault than taste an excellence.

    We should be careful to deserve a good reputation by doing well; and when that care is once taken, not to be over anxious about the success.

    Where solid pains succeed our senseless joys, and short-lived pleasures pass like fleeting dreams.