Revenge, revenge, Timotheus cries, See the Furies arise!
Fortune's unjust; she ruins oft the brave, and him who should be victor, makes the slave.
I never saw any good that came of telling truth.
Him of the western dome, whose weighty sense Flows in fit words and heavenly eloquence.
Railing and praising were his usual themes; and both showed his judgment in extremes. Either over violent or over civil, so everyone to him was either god or devil.
Love is a child that talks in broken language, yet then he speaks most plain.