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

More from Cato. Act i. Sc. 4.

• Beauty soon grows familiar to the lover, Fades in his eye, and palls upon the sense.
• Blesses his stars and thinks it luxury.
• 'T 's pride, rank pride, and haughtiness of soul; I think the Romans call it stoicism.
• A day, an hour, of virtuous liberty Is worth a whole eternity in bondage.
• A day, an hour, of virtuous liberty Is worth a whole eternity in bondage. Cato. Act ii. Sc. 1.
• And, pleased the Almighty's orders to perform, Rides in the whirlwind and directs the storm.