Wouldst thou be famed? have those high acts in view, Brave men would act though scandal would ensue.
Born Originals, how comes it to pass that we die Copies?
Thoughts shut up want air, And spoil, like bales unopen'd to the sun.
A tardy vengeance shares the tyrant's guilt.
The man that blushes is not quite a brute.
What tender force, what dignity divine, what virtue consecrating every feature; around that neck what dross are gold and pearl!