It is a sweet and seemly thing to die for one's country.
However rich or elevated, a name less something is always wanting to our imperfect fortune.
Wine unlocks the breast.
Mediocrity is not allowed to poets, either by the gods or men.
The man who is tenacious of purpose in a rightful cause is not shaken from his firm resolve by the frenzy of his fellow citizens clamoring for what is wrong, or by the tyrant's threatening countenance.
To please great men is not the last degree of praise.