|Grocott & Ward, comps. Grocotts Familiar Quotations, 6th ed. 189-?.|
|We bear it calmly, though a ponderous woe,|
And still adore the hand that gives the blow.
Pomfret.To his Friend.
|Led like a victim, to my death Ill go,|
And, dying, bless the hand that gave the blow.
Dryden.The Spanish Friar, Act II. Scene 1.
|Adored through fear, strong only to destroy.|
Cowper.Winter Morning Walk, Book V. Line 445.