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.

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.

Man is only miserable so far as he thinks himself so.

There is no evil in the world without a remedy.