Fattened in vice, so callous and so gross, he sins and sees not, senseless of his loss.
A knock-down argument; 'tis but a word and a blow.
War is the trade of kings.
For all have not the gift of martyrdom.
I strongly wish for what I faintly hope; like the daydreams of melancholy men, I think and think in things impossible, yet love to wander in that golden maze.
Love works a different way in different minds, the fool it enlightens and the wise it blinds.