For all have not the gift of martyrdom.

A knock-down argument; 'tis but a word and a blow.

We find few historians who have been diligent enough in their search for truth; it is their common method to take on trust what they help distribute to the public; by which means a falsehood once received from a famed writer becomes traditional to posterity.

He look'd in years, yet in his years were seen A youthful vigor, and autumnal green.

Could swell the soul to rage, or kindle soft desire.

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.

The winds are out of breath.