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• Sweet are the slumbers of the virtuous man. -- Joseph Addison (1672-1719) -- Cato, Act v, Sc. 4
• What a pity is it That we can die but once to save our country!
  -- Joseph Addison (1672-1719) -- Cato, Act iv, Sc. 4...
• Curse all his virtues! they 've undone his country.
  -- Joseph Addison (1672-1719) -- Cato, Act iv, Sc. 4...
• Blesses his stars and thinks it luxury. -- Joseph Addison (1672-1719) -- Cato, Act i, Sc. 4
• Were you with these, my prince, you 'd soon forget The pale, unripened beauties of the north.
  -- Joseph Addison (1672-1719) -- Cato, Act i, Sc. 4...
• T 's pride, rank pride, and haughtiness of soul; I think the Romans call it stoicism.
  -- Joseph Addison (1672-1719) -- Cato, Act i, Sc. 4...
• When vice prevails, and impious men bear sway, The post of honour is a private station.
  -- Joseph Addison (1672-1719) -- Cato, Act iv, Sc. 4...
• Beauty soon grows familiar to the lover, Fades in his eye, and palls upon the sense.
  The virtuous Marcia towers above her sex. -- Joseph Addison (1672-1719) -- Cato, Act i, Sc. 4...
• A day, an hour, of virtuous liberty Is worth a whole eternity in bondage.
  -- Joseph Addison (1672-1719) -- Cato, Act ii, Sc. 1...