| C.N. Douglas, comp. Forty Thousand Quotations: Prose and Poetical. 1917. | | | | Randolph |
| | | | A free school |
| For th’ education of young gentlemen, |
| To study how to drink and take tobacco. |
| 1 |
| | England, of all countries in the world, |
| Most blind to thine own good. |
| 2 |
| | First worship God; he that forgets to pray |
| Bids not himself good morrow, nor good day. |
| 3 |
| | Fond fools |
| Promise themselves a name from building churches. |
| 4 |
| | It weaks the brain, it spoils the memory, |
| Hasting on age, and wilful poverty; |
| It drowns thy better parts, making thy name |
| To foes a laughter, to thy friends a shame. |
| ’Tis virtue’s poison and the bane of trust, |
| The match of wrath, the fuel unto lust. |
| Quite leave this vice, and turn not to ’t again, |
| Upon presumption of a stronger brain; |
| For he who holds more wine than others can, |
| I rather count a hogshead than a man. |
| 5 |
| | Reprove not in their wrath incensed men; |
| Good counsel comes clean out of reason then, |
| But when his fury is appeased and past, |
| He will conceive his fault, and mend at last, |
| When he is cool, and calm, then utter it; |
| No man gives physic in the midst o’ the fit. |
| 6 |
| | Thy credit wary keep, ’tis quickly gone; |
| Being got by many actions, lost by one. |
| 7 |
| | To tell thy mis’ries will no comfort breed; |
| Men help thee most, that think thou hast no need; |
| But if the world once thy misfortunes know, |
| Thou soon shalt lose a friend and find a foe. |
| 8 |
| | Whoever makes his father’s heart to bleed, |
| Shall have a child that will revenge the deed. |
| 9 |
| | Whose wound no salve can cure. Each blow doth leave |
| A lasting sear, that with a poison eats |
| Into the marrow of their fame, and lives; |
| Th’ eternal ulcer to their memories. |
| 10 |
| Mean spirits under disappointment, like small beer in a thunder-storm, always turn sour. | 11 | | |
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