105.
And no voice but was praising this Roland of mine,
As I poured down his throat our last measure of wine,
Which (the burgesses voted by common consent)
Was no more than his due who brought good news from Ghent.—Browning.
106. Though the French sailed out again, romance remained behind to dwell forever in Port Royal’s placid basin.—Bolles.
107. There is a time in every man’s education when he arrives at the conviction that envy is ignorance, that imitation is suicide.—Emerson.
108. Now to Baloo’s word I will add one bull, and a fat one, newly killed, not half a mile from here, if ye will accept the man’s cub according to the Law.—Kipling.
109. I believe it is by persons believing themselves in the right that nine-tenths of the tyranny of this world has been perpetrated.—Thackeray.
110. It is a just and a feeling remark of Dr. Johnson’s that we never do anything consciously for the last time without sadness of heart.—De Quincey.