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

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

And, pleased the Almighty's orders to perform, Rides in the whirlwind and directs the storm.
Joseph Addison

And those that paint them truest praise them most.
Joseph Addison

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

Blesses his stars and thinks it luxury.
Joseph Addison

Curse all his virtues! they 've undone his country.
Joseph Addison

Eternity! thou pleasing, dreadful thought!
Joseph Addison

From hence, let fierce contending nations know What dire effects from civil discord flow.
Joseph Addison

Much may be said on both sides.
Joseph Addison

My voice is still for war. Gods! can a Roman senate long debate Which of the two to choose, slavery or death?
Joseph Addison

Sweet are the slumbers of the virtuous man.
Joseph Addison

The dawn is overcast, the morning lowers,
Joseph Addison

The dawn is overcast, the morning lowers, And heavily in clouds brings on the day, The great, the important day, big with the fate Of Cato and of Rome.
Joseph Addison

The Lord my pasture shall prepare,
Joseph Addison

The woman that deliberates is lost.
Joseph Addison

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

'Tis not in mortals to command success,
Joseph Addison

‘Tis not in mortals to command success; but we’ll do more, Sempronius, we’ll deserve it.
Joseph Addison

'T 's pride, rank pride, and haughtiness of soul; I think the Romans call it stoicism.
Joseph Addison

Unbounded courage and compassion join'd,
Joseph Addison

Unbounded courage and compassion join’d, Tempering each other in the victor’s mind, Alternately proclaim him good and great, And make the hero and the man complete.
Joseph Addison

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

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

What a pity is it That we can die but once to save our country!
Joseph Addison

When vice prevails, and impious men bear sway, The post of honour is a private station.
Joseph Addison