Whenever I find a great deal of gratitude in a poor man, I take it for granted there would be as much generosity if he were a rich man.
Our business in the field of fight, Is not to question, but to prove our might.
Nor Fame I slight, nor her favors call.
Light quirks of music, broken and uneven,Make the soul dance upon a jig to Heav'n.
Homer excels all the inventors of other arts in this: that he has swallowed up the honor of those who succeeded him.
The young disease, that must subdue at length, Grows with his growth, and strengthens with his strength.