|Grocott & Ward, comps. Grocotts Familiar Quotations, 6th ed. 189-?.|
| Pain was mixd|
In all which was served up to him, until,
Like to the Pontic monarch of old days,
He fed on poisons.
Byron.The Dream, Stanza 8.
| Tis our weakness:|
Blind to events, we reason in the dark,
And fondly apprehend, what none eer found
Or ever shall, pleasure and pain unmixd.
Lillo.Fatal Curiosity, Act II. Scene 3.