The brazen throat of war.
Our cure, to be no more; sad cure!
For what can war, but endless war, still breed?
My latest found, Heaven's last, best gift, my ever new delight!
Virtue that wavers is not virtue, but vice revolted from itself, and after a while returning. The actions of just and pious men do not darken in their middle course.
The first and wisest of them all professed To know this only, that he nothing knew.