Never was patriot yet, but was a fool.
I maintain, against the enemies of the stage, that patterns of piety, decently represented, may second the precepts.
He wants worth who dares not praise a foe.
Revenge, revenge, Timotheus cries, See the Furies arise!
A lazy frost, a numbness of the mind.
He has not learned the first lesson of life who does not every day surmount a fear.