Captive Greece took captive her savage conqueror.
Better one thorn pluck'd out than all remain.
The snow has at last melted, the fields regain their herbage, and the trees their leaves.
Our parents, worse than our grandparents, gave birth to us who are worse than they, and we shall in our turn bear offspring still more evil.
The power of daring anything their fancy suggest, as always been conceded to the painter and the poet.
In avoiding one evil we fall into another, if we use not discretion.