| C.N. Douglas, comp. Forty Thousand Quotations: Prose and Poetical. 1917. | | | | Æschylus |
| | | | Ye waves |
| That o’er th’ interminable ocean wreathe |
| Your crisped smiles. |
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| Be it mine to draw from wisdom’s fount, pure as it flows, that calm of soul which virtue only knows. | 2 |
| He hears but half who hears one party only. | 3 |
| Obedience is the mother of success. | 4 |
| Success! to thee, as to a God, men bend the knee. | 5 |
| The tongue of slander is too prompt with wanton malice to wound the stranger. | 6 |
| Wiles and deceit are female qualities. | 7 |
| Yet has the popular voice much potency. | 8 | | |
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