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.
War is a trade of kings.
Time glides with undiscover'd haste; The future but a length behind the past.
Virtue in distress, and vice in triumph make atheists of mankind.
Either be wholly slaves or wholly free.
Prodigious actions may as well be done, by weaver's issue, as the prince's son.