Reason! how many eyes hast thou to see evils, and how dim, nay, blind, thou art in preventing them.

Indeed, the Roman laws allowed no person to be carried to the wars but he that was in the soldiers roll.

Happiness is a sunbeam, which may pass though a thousand bosoms without losing a particle of its original ray.

My thoughts, imprisoned in my secret woes, with flamy breaths do issue oft in sound.

Liking is not always the child of beauty; but whatsoever is liked, to the liker is beautiful.

There is nothing sooner overthrows a weak head than opinion by authority, like too strong a liquor for a frail glass.

Reason cannot show itself more reasonable than to cease reasoning on things above reason.