| C.N. Douglas, comp. Forty Thousand Quotations: Prose and Poetical. 1917. | | | | Vanbrugh |
| | | Friendships said to be a plant of tedious growth, its root composed of tender fibers, nice in their taste, cautious in spreading. | 1 |
| If women were humbler, men would be honester. | 2 |
| Loves like virtue, its own reward. | 3 |
| Much of a muchness. | 4 |
| True virtue, wheresoever it moves, still carries an intrinsic worth about it. | 5 |
| Virtue is its own reward. Theres a pleasure in doing good which sufficiency pays itself. | 6 | | |
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