I am convinced that we have a degree of delight, and that no small one, in the real misfortunes and pains of others.[407:2]
On the Sublime and Beautiful. Sect. xiv. vol. 1. p. 118.
Custom reconciles us to everything.
On the Sublime and Beautiful. Sect. xviii. vol. i. p. 231.
There is, however, a limit at which forbearance ceases to be a virtue.
Observations on a Late Publication on the Present State of the Nation. Vol. i. p. 273.
The wisdom of our ancestors.[407:3]
Observations on a Late Publication on the Present State of the Nation. Vol. i. p. 516. Also in the Discussion on the Traitorous Correspondence Bill, 1793.
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Illustrious predecessor.[408:1]