Grocott & Ward, comps. Grocott’s Familiar Quotations, 6th ed. 189-?.


Pain was mix’d
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 e’er found
Or ever shall, pleasure and pain unmix’d.
Lillo.—Fatal Curiosity, Act II. Scene 3.