War is the trade of kings.
What judgment I had increases rather than diminishes; and thoughts, such as they are, come crowding in so fast upon me, that my only difficulty is to choose or reject; to run them into verse or to give them the other harmony of prose.
Revenge, revenge, Timotheus cries, See the Furies arise!
How easy 'tis, when Destiny proves kind, With full-spread sails to run before the wind!
The fool of nature stood with stupid eyes And gaping mouth, that testified surprise.
None are so busy as the fool and the knave.