| C.N. Douglas, comp. Forty Thousand Quotations: Prose and Poetical. 1917. | | | | Sannazaro |
| | | Envy, my son, wears herself away, and droops like a lamb under the influence of the evil eye. | 1 |
| He ploughs the waves, sows the sands, and hopes to gather the wind in a net, who places his hopes on the heart of woman. | 2 |
| Man is only miserable so far as he thinks himself so. | 3 |
| There is no evil in the world without a remedy. | 4 | | |
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