| C.N. Douglas, comp. Forty Thousand Quotations: Prose and Poetical. 1917. | | | | Wounds |
| | | He in peace is wounded, not in war. Shakespeare. | 1 |
| | The wound of peace is surety, |
| Surety secure. |
Shakespeare. | 2 |
| | H’ had got a hurt |
| O’ th’ inside of a deadlier sort. |
Butler. | 3 |
| | Show you sweet Cæsar’s wounds, poor, poor dumb mouths, |
| And bid them speak for me. |
Shakespeare. | 4 |
| | The private wound is deepest: O time most accurs’d |
| ’Mongst all foes that a friend should be the worst. |
Shakespeare. | 5 |
| No, ’tis not so deep as a well, nor so wide as a church door; but ’tis enough, ’twill serve. Shakespeare. | 6 |
| | Thou hast wounded the spirit that loved thee |
| And cherish’d thine image for years; |
| Thou hast taught me at last to forget thee, |
| In secret, in silence, and tears. |
Mrs. David Porter. | 7 |
| | What deep wounds ever closed without a scar? |
| The heart’s bleed longest, and but heal to wear |
| That which disfigures it. |
Byron. | 8 | | |
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