More from Cato. Act i. Sc. 4.
- Beauty soon grows familiar to the lover, Fades in his eye, and palls upon the sense.
- 'T 's pride, rank pride, and haughtiness of soul; I think the Romans call it stoicism.
- Were you with these, my prince, you 'd soon forget The pale, unripened beauties of the north.
- 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.
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