War is the trade of kings.
Arts and sciences in one and the same century have arrived at great perfection; and no wonder, since every age has a kind of universal genius, which inclines those that live in it to some particular studies; the work then, being pushed on by many hands, must go forward.
The winds are out of breath.
A knock-down argument; 'tis but a word and a blow.
The fool of nature stood with stupid eyes And gaping mouth, that testified surprise.
He made all countries where he came his own.