| C.N. Douglas, comp. Forty Thousand Quotations: Prose and Poetical. 1917. | | | | Rochester |
| | | | Nothing! thou elder brother ev’n to shade! |
| Thou hadst a being ere the world was made, |
| And, well-fix’d, art alone of ending not afraid. |
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| Books bear him up awhile, and make him try to swim with bladders of philosophy. | 2 |
| Born to myself, I like myself alone. | 3 |
| Custom does often reason overrule. | 4 |
| Envy is a passion so full of cowardice and shame that nobody ever had the confidence to own it. | 5 |
| ’Tis a meaner part of sense to find a fault than taste an excellence. | 6 |
| We should be careful to deserve a good reputation by doing well; and when that care is once taken, not to be over anxious about the success. | 7 |
| Where solid pains succeed our senseless joys, and short-lived pleasures pass like fleeting dreams. | 8 | | |
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