Man looks aloft, and with erected eyes Beholds his hereditary skies.
This victory will be your I ruin.
In an easy cause anyone can be eloquent; the slightest strength is enough to break what is already shattered.
There is a certain pleasure in weeping.
Pleasure is sweetest when 'tis paid for by another's pain.
She only is chaste, who is chaste where there is no danger of detection: she who does not, because she may not, does.