| C.N. Douglas, comp. Forty Thousand Quotations: Prose and Poetical. 1917. | | | | Rage |
| | | Rage is a short-lived fury. J. Petit-Senn. | 1 |
| Rage is mental imbecility. Hosea Ballou. | 2 |
| Rage is essentially vulgar. Coleridge. | 3 |
| Deaf rage that hears no leader. Schiller. | 4 |
| Oppose not rage while rage is in its force, but give it way awhile and let it waste. Shakespeare. | 5 |
| Hasty wrath and heedless hazardy do breed repentance late and lasting infamy. Spenser. | 6 |
| They could neither of them speak for rage, and so fell a-sputtering at one another like two roasting apples. Congreve. | 7 |
| T was grief no more, or grief and rage were one within her soul; at last t was rage alone. Dryden. | 8 |
| When one is transported by rage, it is best to observe attentively the effects on those who deliver themselves over to the same passion. Plutarch. | 9 |
| | My rage is not malicious; like a spark |
| Of fire by steel inforced out of a flint. |
| It is no sooner kindled, but extinct. |
Goffe. | 10 |
| | The pain is in my head; tis is in my heart; |
| Tis everywhere; it rages like a madness, |
| And I most wonder how my reason holds. |
Otway. | 11 |
| | Tis all in vain, this rage that tears thy bosom! |
| Like a bird that flutters in her cage, |
| Thou beatst thyself to death. |
Rowe. | 12 |
| | There is not in nature |
| A thing that makes man so deformd, so beastly, |
| As doth intemprate anger. |
Webster. | 13 |
| | Rage is the shortest passion of our souls, |
| Like narrow brooks that rise with sudden showers, |
| It swells in haste, and falls again as soon. |
| Still as it ebbs, the softer thoughts flow in, |
| And the deceiver, love, supplies its place. |
Rowe. | 14 |
| | Her colour changed, her face was not the same, |
| And hollow groans from her deep spirit came; |
| Her hair stood up; convulsive rage possessd |
| Her trembling limbs, and heaved her labring breast. |
Dryden. | 15 | | |
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