My voice is still for war. Gods! can a Roman senate long debate Which of the two to choose, slavery or death?
Joseph AddisonNature has laid out all her art in beautifying the face; she has touched it with vermilion, planted in it a double row of ivory, made it the seat of smiles and blushes, lighted it up and enlivened it with the brightness of the eyes, hung it on each side with curious organs of sense, given it airs and graces that cannot be described, and surrounded it with such a flowing shade of hair as sets all its beauties in the most agreeable light.
Joseph AddisonA reader seldom peruses a book with pleasure until he knows whether the writer of it be a black man or a fair man, of a mild or choleric disposition, married or a bachelor.
Joseph AddisonWhen all thy mercies, O my God, My rising soul surveys, Transported with the view I'm lost, in wonder, love and praise.
Joseph Addison