When he spoke, what tender words he used! So softly, that like flakes of feathered snow, They melted as they fell.
Revenge, revenge, Timotheus cries, See the Furies arise!
Roused by the lash of his own stubborn tail our lion now will foreign foes assail.
When we view elevated ideas of Nature, the result of that view is admiration, which is always the cause of pleasure.
They live too long who happiness outlive.
Go miser go, for money sell your soul. Trade wares for wares and trudge from pole to pole, So others may say when you are dead and gone. See what a vast estate he left his son.