Death ends our woes, and the kind grave shuts up the mournful scene.

Home is the sacred refuge of our life.

Joy rul'd the day, and Love the night.

I maintain, against the enemies of the stage, that patterns of piety, decently represented, may second the precepts.

Kings fight for empires, madmen for applause.

Desire of greatness is a godlike sin.

The secret pleasure of a generous act Is the great mind's great bribe.