C.N. Douglas, comp. Forty Thousand Quotations: Prose and Poetical. 1917. Nabb
It is the curse of greatness To be its own destruction.
1 Philosophy, religious solitude And labour wait on temperance; in these Desire is bounded; they instruct the mind’s And body’s action.
2 Treachery oft lurks In compliments. You have sent so many posts Of undertakings, they outride performance; And make me think your fair pretences aim At some intended ill, which my prevention Must strive to avert.
3 What can we not endure, When pains are lessen’d by the hope of cure?
4 Fortitude is not the appetite of formidable things, nor inconsult rashness; but virtue fighting for a truth, derived from knowledge of distinguishing good or bad causes. 5 It is, indeed, a blessing, when the virtues of noble races are hereditary; and do derive themselves from the imitation of virtuous ancestors. 6 There’s not so much danger in a known foe as a suspected friend. 7
