"Parthenia, rise.—What voice alarms my ear?
Away. Approach not. Hah! Alexis there!"—Gay.
"Nor is it harsh to make, nor hard to find
A country with—ay, or without mankind."—Byron.
"A frame of adamant, a soul of fire,
No dangers fright him, and no labours tire."—Johnson.
"Now pall the tasteless meats, and joyless wines,
And luxury with sighs her slave resigns."—Id.
"Seems? madam; nay, it is: I know not seems—
For I have that within which passes show."—Hamlet.
"Return? said Hector, fir'd with stern disdain:
What! coop whole armies in our walls again?"—Pope.
"He whom the fortune of the field shall cast
From forth his chariot, mount the next in haste."—Id.
"Yet here, Laertes? aboard, aboard, for shame!"—Shak.
"Justice, most gracious Duke; O grant me justice!"—Id.
"But what a vengeance makes thee fly
From me too, as thine enemy?"—Butler.