For pity melts the mind to love. Softly sweet, in Lydian measures, Soon he soothd his soul to pleasures. War, he sung, is toil and trouble; Honour but an empty bubble. DrydenAlexanders Feast. L. 96.
La plaincte et la commiseration sont meslees à quelque estimation de la chose quon plaind. Pity and commiseration are mixed with some regard for the thing which one pities. MontaigneEssays. Bk. I. Ch. L.
At length some pity warmd the masters breast (Twas then, his threshold first receivd a guest), Slow creaking turns the door with jealous care, And half he welcomes in the shivering pair. ParnellThe Hermit. L. 97.
My friend, I spy some pity in thy looks; O, if thine eye be not a flatterer, Come thou on my side, and entreat for me, As you would beg, were you in my distress: A begging prince what beggar pities not? Richard III. Act I. Sc. 4. L. 270.
I shall despair. There is no creature loves me; And if I die, no soul shall pity me: Nay, wherefore should they, since that I myself Find in myself no pity to myself? Richard III. Act V. Sc. 3. L. 200.