Her silent course advance With inoffensive pace, that spinning sleeps On her soft axle.
His rod revers'd, And backward mutters of dissevering power.
For such kind of borrowing as this, if it be not bettered by the borrowers, among good authors is accounted Plagiarè.
He left it in thy power, ordaind thy will By nature free, not over-rul'd by Fate Inextricable, or strict necessity.
Virtue that wavers is not virtue.
By a certain fate, great acts, and great eloquence have most commonly gone hand in hand, equalling and honoring each other in the same ages.