Remove but the temptations of leisure, and the bow of Cupid will lose its effect.
Tis you, alone, can save, or give my doom.
Only begin, and you will become eloquent of yourself.
Virtue and vice, evil and good, are siblings, or next-door neighbors, Easy to make mistakes, hard to tell them apart.
Our native soil draws all of us, by I know not what sweetness, and never allows us to forget.
When the lightning strikes but one, not one only does it terrify.