| C.N. Douglas, comp. Forty Thousand Quotations: Prose and Poetical. 1917. | | | | France |
| | | A monarchy tempered by songs. Chamfort. | 1 |
| Decayed in thy glory and sunk in thy worth. Byron. | 2 |
| France is a dog-hole, and it no more merits the tread of a man’s foot. Shakespeare. | 3 |
| Studious to please, and ready to submit; the supple Gaul was born a parasite. Johnson. | 4 |
| | Gay, sprightly land of mirth and social ease, |
| Pleased with thyself, whom all the world can please. |
Goldsmith. | 5 |
| | ’Tis better using France than trusting France; |
| Let us be back’d with God, and with the seas, |
| Which He hath given for fence impregnable, |
| And with their helps only defend ourselves; |
| In them, and in ourselves, our safety lies. |
Shakespeare. | 6 | | |
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