"Hasty and headlong different paths they tread,
As blind impulse and wild distraction lead."
—Eng. Poets: ib., B. i, l. 858.
"But Fate reserv'd to perform its doom,
And be the minister of wrath to Rome."
—Eng. Poets: ib., B. ii, l. 136.
"Thus spoke the youth. When Cato thus exprest
The sacred counsels of his most inmost breast."
—Eng. Poets: ib., B. ii, l. 435.
"These were the strict manners of the man,
And this the stubborn course in which they ran;
The golden mean unchanging to pursue,
Constant to keep the proposed end in view."
—Eng. Poets: ib., B. ii, l. 580.
"What greater grief can a Roman seize,
Than to be forc'd to live on terms like these!"
—Eng. Poets: ib., B. ii, l. 782.
"He views the naked town with joyful eyes,
While from his rage an arm'd people flies."
—Eng. Poets: ib., B. ii, l. 880.
"For planks and beams he ravages the wood,
And the tough bottom extends across the flood."
—Eng. Poets: ib., B. ii, l. 1040.
"A narrow pass the horned mole divides,
Narrow as that where Euripus' strong tides
Beat on Euboean Chalcis' rocky sides."
—Eng. Poets: ib., B. ii, l. 1095.
"No force, no fears their hands unarm'd bear,
But looks of peace and gentleness they wear."
—Eng. Poets: ib., B. iii, l. 112.
"The ready warriors all aboard them ride,
And wait the return of the retiring tide."
—Eng. Poets: ib., B. iv, l. 716.