Chapter INFLUENCE to INSULT of Index by Grocott's Quotations - Alpha

INFLUENCE to INSULT

INFLUENCE.—I am sorry to say, Sir Anthony, that my affluence over my niece is very small.

Sheridan.—The Rivals, Act IV. Scene 2.

INGRATITUDE.—Scatter your favours on a fop,
Ingratitude’s the certain crop.

Pope.—Imitation of Horace, Epistle VII.

Ingratitude! thou marble-hearted fiend,
More hideous, when thou show’st thee in a child,
Than the sea- monster!

Shakespeare.—King Lear, Act I. Scene 4.

How sharper than a serpent’s tooth it is
To have a thankless child.

Shakespeare.—King Lear, Act I. Scene 4. (Lear to Albany.)

Strike flat the thick rotundity o’ the world!
Crack nature’s moulds, all germens spill at once,
That make ingrateful man!

Shakespeare.—King Lear, Act III. Scene 2. (Lear and Fool upon the heath.)

I hate ingratitude more in a man
Than lying, vainness, babbling, drunkenness,
Or any taint of vice.

Shakespeare.—Twelfth Night, Act III. Scene 4. (Viola to Antonio.)

Blow, blow, thou winter wind,
Thou art not so unkind
As man’s ingratitude.

Shakespeare.—As you Like it, Act II. Scene 7. (A Song, Amien sings.)

As we do turn our backs
From our companion thrown into his grave.
So his familiars to his buried fortunes
Slink all away; leave their false vows with him
Like empty purses pick’d: and his poor self,
A dedicated beggar to the air.

Shakespeare.—Timon of Athens, Act IV. Scene 2. (2nd Servant.)

Deserted, at his utmost need,
By those his former bounty fed;
On the bare earth exposed he lies,
With not a friend to close his eyes.

Dryden.—Alexander’s Feast.

INN—There is nothing which has yet been contrived by man, by which so much happiness is produced, as by a good tavern or inn.

Boswell’s Johnson, March, 1776.

Shall I not take mine ease at mine inn?

Shakespeare.—King Henry IV. Part I. Act III. Scene 3. (Falstaff to the Hostess.)

Whoe’er has travell’d life’s dull round,
Where’er his stages may have been,
May sigh to think he still has found
The warmest welcome at an inn.

Shenstone.—Written at an Inn at Henley.

Along the varying road of life,
In calm content, in toil or strife,
At morn or noon, by night or day,
As time conducts him on the way,
How oft doth man, by care oppress’d,
Find in an inn a place of rest?