Quotes
Quotes - Addison
Is there not some chosen curse, Some hidden thunder in the stores of heaven, Red with uncommon wrath, to blast the man Who owes his greatness to his country's ruin?
Is there not some chosen curse, some hidden thunder in the stores of heaven, red with uncommon wrath, to blast the man who owes his greatness to his country's ruin!
Amidst the soft variety I'm lost.
Curse on his virtues! they've undone his country.
Sweet are the slumbers of the virtuous man!
If there's a power above us, (and that there is all nature cries aloud Through all her works) he must delight in virtue.
My voice is still for war.
From hence, let fierce contending nations know, What dire effects from civil discord flow.
Loveliest of women! heaven is in thy soul, Beauty and virtue shine forever round thee, Bright'ning each other! thou art all divine!
The wrecks of matter, and the crush of worlds.
Young men soon give and soon forget affronts; Old age is slow in both.
There is no greater sign of a general decay of virtue in a nation, than a want of zeal in its inhabitants for the good of their country.
