Good luck befriend thee, Son; for at thy birth The fairy ladies danced upon the hearth.
Or if Virtue feeble were, Heav'n itself would stoop to her.
But infinite in pardon is my Judge.
Freely they stood who stood, and fell who fell.
Socrates... Whom well inspir'd the oracle pronounc'd Wisest of men.
Anarchy is the sure consequence of tyranny; for no power that is not limited by laws can ever be protected by them.