Sweet Are The Slumbers Of The Virtuous

The Most Violent Appetites In All Creatures Are Lust And Hunger; The First Is A Perpetual Call Upon Them To Propagate Their Kind, The Latter To Preserve Themselves.

It Is The Privilege Of Posterity To Set Matters Right Between Those Antagonists Who, By Their Rivalry For Greatness, Divided A Whole Age.

Our Sight Is The Most Perfect And Most Delightful Of All Our Senses.

The Gloomy Months Of November, When The People Of England Hang And Drown Themselves.

Who Does Not More Admire Cicero As An Author Than As A Consul Of Rome?