...So let us welcome peaceful evening in.
We turn to dust, and all our mightiest works die too.
Unmissed but by his dogs and by his groom.
'Tis liberty alone that gives the flower Of fleeting life its lustre and perfume; And we are weeds without it.
If a great man struggling with misfortunes is a noble object, a little man that despises them is no contemptible one.
Pleasure admitted in undue degree, enslaves the will, nor leaves the judgment free.