C.N. Douglas, comp. Forty Thousand Quotations: Prose and Poetical. 1917.


  • Back to thy punishment,
  • False fugitive, and to thy speed add wings,
  • Lest with a whip of scorpions I pursue
  • Thy ling’ring.
  • Milton.

  • I pr’ythee take thy fingers from my throat;
  • Sir, though I am not splenetive and rash,
  • Yet have I something in me dangerous,
  • Which let thy wiseness fear: away thy hand.
  • Shakespeare.

  • For Christian shame, put by this barbarous brawl;
  • He that stirs next to carve for his own rage,
  • Holds his soul light; he dies upon his motion.
  • Shakespeare.

  • Set hills on hills betwixt me and the man
  • That utters this, and I will scale them all;
  • And from the utmost top fall on his neck,
  • Like thunder from a cloud.
  • Beaumont and Fletcher.

  • Hence,
  • Horrible villain! or I’ll spurn thine eyes
  • Like balls before me; I’ll unhair thy head;
  • Thou shalt be whipt with wire, and stew’d in brine,
  • Smarting in ling’ring pickle.
  • Shakespeare.

  • Leave wringing of your hands: Peace; sit you down,
  • And let me wring your heart: for so I shall,
  • If it be made of penetrable stuff;
  • If damned custom have not braz’d it so,
  • That it be proof and bulwark against sense.
  • Shakespeare.

    I consider it a mark of great prudence in a man to abstain from threats or any contemptuous expressions, for neither of these weaken the enemy, but threats make him more cautious, and the other excites his hatred, and a desire to revenge himself.


  • Stand there, damn’d meddling villain, and be silent;
  • For if thou utt’rest but a single word,
  • A cough or hem, to cross me in my speech,
  • I’ll send thy cursed spirit from the earth,
  • To bellow with the damn’d!
  • Joanna Baillie.