If you would have me weep, you must first of all feel grief yourself.
And Tragedy should blush as much to stoop To the low mimic follies of a farce, As a grave matron would to dance with girls.
On day is pressed on by another.
Punishment closely follows guilt as its companion.
The ear of the bridled horse is in the mouth.
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.