I maintain, against the enemies of the stage, that patterns of piety, decently represented, may second the precepts.
The secret pleasure of a generous act Is the great mind's great bribe.
He look'd in years, yet in his years were seen A youthful vigor, and autumnal green.
But wild Ambition loves to slide, not stand, And Fortune's ice prefers to Virtue's land.
More liberty begets desire of more; The hunger still increases with the store
Words are but pictures of our thoughts.