... but the longest day hath its evening.
Let valour end my life!
Expressive glances Shall be our lances And pops of Sillery Our light artillery.
Better it were not to live than to live a coward.
There never was a man of solid understanding, whose apprehensions are sober, and by a pensive inspection advised, but that he hath found by an irresistible necessity one true God and everlasting being.
'Tis a sharp medicine, but it will cure all that ails you.