The pupil will eclipse his tutor, I warrant.
Rarely they rise by virtue's aid who lie plunged in the depth of helpless poverty.
Those things please more, which are more expensive.
Now we suffer the evils of a long peace; luxury more cruel than war broods over us and avenges a conquered world.
An undying hatred, and a wound never to be healed.
Make all fair allowance for the mistakes of youth.