| C.N. Douglas, comp. Forty Thousand Quotations: Prose and Poetical. 1917. | | | | John Webster |
| | | | Gold that buys health can never be ill spent, |
| Nor hours laid out in harmless merriment. |
| 1 |
| | I have ever thought, |
| Nature doth nothing so great for great men, |
| As when she’s pleas’d to make them lords of truth. |
| Integrity of life is fame’s best friend, |
| Which nobly, beyond death, shall crown the end. |
| 2 |
| | Let guilty men remember, their black deeds |
| Do lean on crutches made of slender reeds. |
| 3 |
| | That’s the greatest torture souls feel in hell, |
| In hell, that they must live, and cannot die. |
| 4 |
| Detraction is the sworn friend to ignorance. | 5 |
| Flatterers are but the shadows of princes’ bodies; the least thick cloud makes them invisible. | 6 |
| Integrity of life is fame’s best friend. | 7 |
| Let guilty men remember their black deeds do lean on crutches made of slender reeds. | 8 |
| Perfumes, the more they are chafed, the more they render their pleasant scents; and so affliction expresseth virtue fully. | 9 |
| Poor maids have more lovers than husbands. | 10 |
| Sorrow is held the eldest child of sin. | 11 | | |
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