Pity melts the mind to love.
The elephant is never won by anger; nor must that man who would reclaim a lion take him by the teeth.
For age but tastes of pleasures youth devours.
The good we have enjoyed from Heaven's free will, and shall we murmur to endure the ill?
Revenge, revenge, Timotheus cries, See the Furies arise!
He wants worth who dares not praise a foe.