No Fury so ferocious, as not to have some amiable side.

In the wild wilderness, a leopard-mother caresses her cub, as Hagar did Ishmael; or a queen of France the dauphin.

We know not what we do when we hate.

And I have the word of my gentlemanly friend Stanhope, for it; that he who declared he loved a good hater was but a respectable sort of Hottentot, at best.

No very genteel epithet this, though coming from the genteelest of men.