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]