John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
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| Joseph Addison. (1672–1719) (continued) |
| 3223 |
| ’T ’s pride, rank pride, and haughtiness of soul; I think the Romans call it stoicism. |
| Cato. Act i. Sc. 4. |
| 3224 |
| Were you with these, my prince, you ’d soon forget The pale, unripened beauties of the north. |
| Cato. Act i. Sc. 4. |
| 3225 |
| Beauty soon grows familiar to the lover, Fades in his eye, and palls upon the sense. The virtuous Marcia towers above her sex. |
| Cato. Act i. Sc. 4. |
| 3226 |
| My voice is still for war. Gods! can a Roman senate long debate Which of the two to choose, slavery or death? |
| Cato. Act ii. Sc. 1. |
| 3227 |
| Great Pompey’s shade complains that we are slow, And Scipio’s ghost walks unaveng’d amongst us! |
| Cato. Act ii. Sc. 1. |
| 3228 |
| A day, an hour, of virtuous liberty Is worth a whole eternity in bondage. |
| Cato. Act ii. Sc. 1. |
| 3229 |
| The woman that deliberates is lost. |
| Cato. Act iv. Sc. 1. |
| 3230 |
| Curse all his virtues! they ’ve undone his country. |
| Cato. Act iv. Sc. 4. |
| 3231 |
| What a pity is it That we can die but once to save our country! |
| Cato. Act iv. Sc. 4. |
| 3232 |
| When vice prevails, and impious men bear sway, The post of honour is a private station. 1 |
| Cato. Act iv. Sc. 4. |
| 3233 |
| It must be so,—Plato, thou reasonest well! Else whence this pleasing hope, this fond desire, This longing after immortality? Or whence this secret dread and inward horror Of falling into naught? Why shrinks the soul Back on herself, and startles at destruction? ’T is the divinity that stirs within us; ’T is Heaven itself that points out an hereafter, |
| Note 1. Give me, kind Heaven, a private station, A mind serene for contemplation! Title and profit I resign; The pot of honour shall be mine. John Gay: Fables, Part ii. The Vulture, the Sparrow, and other Birds. [back] |