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.