Thy steady temper, Portius,
Can look on guilt, rebellion, fraud, and C

Cato. Act i. Sc. 1.

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Were you with these, my prince, you ‘d soon forget
The pale, unripened beauties of the north.

‘We are always doing’, says he, ‘something for Posterity, but I would fain see Posterity do something for us.’

Beauty soon grows familiar to the lover,
Fades in his eye, and palls upon the sense.

Cato. Act i. Sc. 4.

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.

A day, an hour, of virtuous liberty
Is worth a whole eternity in bondage.

Cato. Act ii. Sc. 1.