If we must have a tyrant, let him at least be a gentleman who has been bred to the business, and let us fall by the axe and not by the butcher's cleaver.
Christians have burnt each other, quite persuaded. That all the Apostles would have done as they did.
No words suffice the secret soul to show, For truth denies all eloquence to woe.
There are some feelings time cannot benumb, Nor torture shake.
The truly brave are soft of heart and eyes, and feel for what their duty bids them do.
Pure friendship's well-feigned blush.