To frown at pleasure, and to smile in pain.
What is revenge but courage to call in our honor's debts, and wisdom to convert others' self-love into our own protection?
Creation sleeps! 'T is as the general pulse Of life stood still, and Nature made a pause,- An awful pause! prophetic of her end.
With fame, in just proportion, envy grows.
A tardy vengeance shares the tyrant's guilt.
Youth is not rich in time; it may be poor; Part with it as with money, sparing; pay No moment but in purchase of its worth, And what it's worth, ask death-beds; they can tell.