I can bear scorpion's stings, tread fields of fire, in frozen gulfs of cold eternal lie, be tossed aloft through tracts of endless void, but cannot live in shame.
Me care for te laws when te laws care for me.
Time never bears such moments on his wing as when he flies too swiftly to be marked.
O mysterious Night! thou art not silent; many tongues halt thou.
A good man's prayers will from the deepest dungeon climb heaven's height, and bring a blessing down.
Pampered vanity is a better thing perhaps than starved pride.