Thus, while the mute creation downward bend Their sight, and to their earthly mother ten, Man looks aloft; and with erected eyes Beholds his own hereditary skies.

He who would pry behind the scenes oft sees a counterfeit.

Revenge, revenge, Timotheus cries, See the Furies arise!

Never was patriot yet, but was a fool.

Affability, mildness, tenderness, and a word which I would fain bring back to its original signification of virtue,--I mean good-nature,--are of daily use; they are the bread of mankind and staff of life.

For all have not the gift of martyrdom.

They think too little who talk too much.