Cato: A Tragedy

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proprietors, 1823 - 51 pages
 

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Page 54 - A day, an hour, of virtuous liberty, Is worth a whole eternity in bondage.
Page 3 - TO wake the foul by tender ftrokes of art, To raife the genius, and to mend the heart ; To make mankind, in confcious virtue bold, Live o'er each fcene, and be what they behold : For this the Tragic Mufe firft trod the ftage, 5 Commanding tears to ftream thro' ev'ry age ; Tyrants no more their favage nature kept, And foes to virtue wonder'd how they wept.
Page 4 - A brave man struggling in the storms of fate, And greatly falling with a falling state. While Cato gives his little senate laws, What bosom beats not in his country's cause ? Who sees him act, but envies every deed ? Who hears him groan, and does not wish to bleed?
Page 37 - Marcia tow'rs above her sex : True, she is fair, (oh how divinely fair !) But still the lovely maid improves her charms With inward greatness, unaffected wisdom, And sanctity of manners. Cato's soul Shines out in every thing she acts or speaks, While winning mildness and attractive smiles Dwell in her looks, and with becoming grace Soften the rigour of her father's virtues.
Page 149 - Who would not listen when young lovers woo ? But die a maid, yet have the choice of two ! Ladies are often cruel to their cost ; To give you pain, themselves they punish most. Vows of virginity should well be weigh'd ; Too oft they are cancell'd, though in convents made.
Page 150 - He sighs with most success that settles well. The woes of wedlock with the joys we mix; 'Tis best repenting in a coach and six.
Page 50 - Which of the two to choose, slavery or death ? No ; let us rise at once, gird on our swords, And at the head of our remaining troops, Attack the foe, break through the thick array Of his throng'd legions, and charge home upon him.
Page 74 - His wrinkled brows ? what is it he aspires to ? Is it not this ? to shed the slow remains, His last poor ebb of blood, in your defence ? JUBA.
Page 77 - Numidia's grown a scorn among the nations For breach of public vows. Our Punic faith . Is infamous, and branded to a proverb. Syphax, we'll join our cares, to purge away • Our country's crimes, and clear her reputation.
Page 132 - Content thyself to be obscurely good. When vice prevails, and impious men bear sway, The post of honour is a private station.

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