Virgil, Above All Poets, Had A Stock

The Love Of Liberty With Life Is Given, And Life Itself The Inferior Gift Of Heaven.

Sculptors Are Obliged To Follow The Manners Of The Painters, And To Make Many Ample Folds, Which Are Unsufferable Hardness, And More Like A Rock Than A Natural Garment.

My Heart's So Full Of Joy, That I Shall Do Some Wild Extravagance Of Love In Public; And The Foolish World, Which Knows Not Tenderness, Will Think Me Mad.

For Danger Levels Man And Brute And All Are Fellows In Their Need.

A Knock-down Argument; 'tis But A Word And A Blow.