|Hoyt & Roberts, comps. Hoyts New Cyclopedia of Practical Quotations. 1922.|
|Of all the paths that lead to a womans love|
Pitys the straightest.
Beaumont and FletcherKnight of Malta. Act I. Sc. 1. L. 73.
|Pity, some say, is the parent of future love.|
Beaumont and FletcherSpanish Curate. Act V. Sc. 1.
| Pity speaks to grief|
More sweetly than a band of instruments.
Barry CornwallFlorentine Party.
|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.
| More helpful than all wisdom is one draught of simple human pity that will not forsake us.|
George EliotMill on the Floss. Bk. VII. Ch. I.
|Taught by that Power that pities me,|
I learn to pity them.
GoldsmithHermit. St. 6.
| 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.
|O God, show compassion on the wicked.|
The virtuous have already been blessed by Thee in being virtuous.
Prayer of a Persian Dervish.
|My pity hath been balm to heal their wounds,|
My mildness hath allayd their swelling griefs.
Henry VI. Pt. III. Act IV. Sc. 8. L. 41.
|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.
|Tear-falling pity dwells not in his eye.|
Richard III. Act IV. Sc. 2. L. 66.
|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.
|Is there no pity sitting in the clouds,|
That sees into the bottom of my grief?
Romeo and Juliet. Act III. Sc. 5. L. 198.
| But, I perceive,|
Men must learn now with pity to dispense;
For policy sits above conscience.
Timon of Athens. Act III. Sc. 2. L. 92.
|Pity is the virtue of the law,|
And none but tyrants use it cruelly.
Timon of Athens. Act III. Sc. 5. L. 8.
|Soft pity never leaves the gentle breast|
Where love has been received a welcome guest.
R. B. SheridanThe Duenna. Act II.
|Pitys akin to love; and every thought|
Of that soft kind is welcome to my soul.
Thos. SoutherneOroonoko. Act II. Sc. 2. L. 64.