For Wheresoe'er I Turn My Ravish'd Eyes,

My Voice Is Still For War. Gods! Can A Roman Senate Long Debate Which Of The Two To Choose, Slavery Or Death?

A Man's First Care Should Be To Avoid The Reproaches Of His Own Heart; His Next, To Escape The Censures Of The World: If The Last Interferes With The Former, It Ought To Be Entirely Neglected; But Otherwise There Cannot Be A Greater Satisfaction To An Honest Mind, Than To See Those Approbations Which It Gives Itself Seconded By The Applauses Of The Public.

My Death And Life, My Bane And Antidote, Are Both Before Me.

Charity Is The Perfection And Ornament Of Religion.

Those Marriages Generally Abound Most With Love And Constancy, That Are Preceded By A Long Courtship.