The king-becoming graces—devotion, patience, courage, fortitude.—Shakespeare.
Know you not, master, to some kind of men their graces serve them but as enemies? No more do yours; your virtues, gentle master, are sanctified and holy traitors to you. Oh, what a world is this, when what is comely envenoms him that bears it!—Shakespeare.
How inimitably graceful children are before they learn to dance!—Coleridge.
That word, grace, in an ungracious mouth, is but profane.—Shakespeare.
Grace comes as oft clad in the dusky robe of desolation as in white attire.—Sir J. Beaumont.
Gratitude.—Gratitude is a fruit of great cultivation; you do not find it among gross people.—Johnson.
God is pleased with no music below so much as the thanksgiving songs of relieved widows and supported orphans; of rejoicing, comforted, and thankful persons.—Jeremy Taylor.
No metaphysician ever felt the deficiency of language so much as the grateful.—Colton.
Thus love is the most easy and agreeable, and gratitude the most humiliating, affection of the mind: we never reflect on the man we love without exulting in our choice, while he who has bound us to him by benefits alone rises to our ideas as a person to whom we have in some measure forfeited our freedom.—Goldsmith.
Gratitude is the virtue most deified and most deserted. It is the ornament of rhetoric and the libel of practical life.—J. W. Forney.