Oh, treacherous night thou lendest thy ready veil to every treason, and teeming mischief's beneath thy shade.

Oh, treacherous night thou lendest thy ready veil to every treason, and teeming mischief's beneath thy shade.

Hide not thy tears; weep boldly, and be proud to give the flowing virtue manly way; it is nature's mark to know an honest heart by.

Birth is a shadow. Courage, self-sustained, outlords succession's phlegm, and needs no ancestors.

Order, thou eye of action.

Shun fear, it is the ague of the soul! a passion man created for himself--for sure that cramp of nature could not dwell in the warm realms of glory.

Servile doubt argues an impotence of mind, that says we fear because we dare not meet misfortunes.