Death loves a shining mark, a signal blow.
The course of Nature is the art of God
Who can take Death's portrait? The tyrant never sat.
The man who consecrates his hours by vigorous effort, and an honest aim, at once he draws the sting of life and Death; he walks with nature; and her paths are peace.
It is great and manly to disdain disguise; it shows our spirit and proves our strength.
A tardy vengeance shares the tyrant's guilt.