Cato. Act ii. Sc. 1.

Great Pompey's shade complains that we are slow,

And Scipio's ghost walks unaveng'd amongst us!

Cato. Act ii. Sc. 1.

A day, an hour, of virtuous liberty

Is worth a whole eternity in bondage.

Cato. Act ii. Sc. 1.

The woman that deliberates is lost.

Cato. Act iv. Sc. 1.

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