Never was patriot yet, but was a fool.

All delays are dangerous in war.

For my part, I can compare her (a gossip) to nothing but the sun; for, like him, she knows no rest, nor ever sets in one place but to rise in another.

One of the greatest, most noble, and most sublime poems which either this age or nation has produced.

I feel my sinews slackened with the fright, and a cold sweat trills down all over my limbs, as if I were dissolving into water.

Men's virtues I have commended as freely as I have taxed their crimes.

Fool that I was, upon my eagle's wings I bore this wren, till I was tired with soaring, and now he mounts above me.