The lofty pine is oftenest shaken by the winds; High towers fall with a heavier crash; And the lightning strikes the highest mountain.
HoraceWhere there are many beauties in a poem I shall not cavil at a few faults proceeding either from negligence or from the imperfection of our nature.
HoraceSurely oak and threefold brass surrounded his heart who first trusted a frail vessel to the merciless ocean.
Horace