Fiction is of the essence of poetry as well as of painting; there is a resemblance in one of human bodies, things, and actions which are not real, and in the other of a true story by fiction.

He wants worth who dares not praise a foe.

Pity only on fresh objects stays, but with the tedious sight of woes decays.

Virtue in distress, and vice in triumph make atheists of mankind.

Thou strong seducer, Opportunity!

Lucky men are favorites of Heaven.

Either be wholly slaves or wholly free.