The brave are born from the brave and good. In steers and in horses is to be found the excellence of their sire; nor do savage eagles produce a peaceful dove.
His anger is easily excited and appeased, and he changes from hour to hour.
Believe it, future generations.
Summer treads on heels of spring.
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.
If you would have me weep, you must first of all feel grief yourself.