They were a people so primitive they did not know how to get money, except by working for it.

Plutarch says very finely that a man should not allow himself to hate even his enemies.

Rides in the whirlwind and directs the storm.

A virtuous mind in a fair body is indeed a fine picture in a good light, and therefore it is no wonder that it makes the beautiful sex all over charms.

E'en the rough rocks with tender myrtle bloom, and trodden weeds send out a rich perfume.

Content thyself to be obscurely good.

There is nothing that more betrays a base ungenerous spirit than the giving of secret stabs to a man's reputation. Lampoons and satires that are written with wit and spirit are like poisoned darts, which not only inflict a wound, but make it incurable.