It is the just decree of Heaven that a traitor never sees his danger till his ruin is at hand.
Pietro MetastasioSharp and fell remorse, the offspring of my sin! Why do you, O God, lacerate my heart so late? Why, O boding cries, that scream so close to me,--why do I listen to you now, and never heard you before?
Pietro MetastasioThe eye that gazes upon the sun sees not the orb it looks upon, confounded by the excess of its brightness.
Pietro MetastasioIt is by no means a fact that death is the worst of all evils; when it comes it is an alleviation to mortals who are worn out with sufferings.
Pietro Metastasio