Pity melts the mind to love.

I feel my sinews slackened with the fright, and a cold sweat trills down all over my limbs, as if I were dissolving into water.

The good we have enjoyed from Heaven's free will, and shall we murmur to endure the ill?

No king nor nation one moment can retard the appointed hour.

Seas are the fields of combat for the winds; but when they sweep along some flowery coast, their wings move mildly, and their rage is lost.

For secrets are edged tools, And must be kept from children and from fools.

The conscience of a people is their power.