Thy steady temper, Portius, Can look on guilt, rebellion, fraud, and Cæsar, In the calm lights of mild philosophy.

More from Cato

• A day, an hour, of virtuous liberty Is worth a whole eternity in bondage.
• Beauty soon grows familiar to the lover, Fades in his eye, and palls upon the sense.
• Blesses his stars and thinks it luxury.
• Curse all his virtues! they 've undone his country.
• Eternity! thou pleasing, dreadful thought!
• From hence, let fierce contending nations know What dire effects from civil discord flow.