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• Sweet are the slumbers of the virtuous man. -- Joseph Addison (1672-1719) -- Cato, Act v, Sc. 4
• Great Pompey's shade complains that we are slow, And Scipio's ghost walks unaveng'd amongst us!
  -- Joseph Addison (1672-1719) -- Cato, Act ii, Sc. 1...
• The dawn is overcast, the morning lowers, And heavily in clouds brings on the day, The great, the important day, big with the fate Of Cato and of Rome.
  -- Joseph Addison (1672-1719) -- Cato, Act i, Sc. 1...
• The woman that deliberates is lost. -- Joseph Addison (1672-1719) -- Cato, Act iv, Sc. 1
• My voice is still for war. Gods! can a Roman senate long debate Which of the two to choose, slavery or death?
  -- Joseph Addison (1672-1719) -- Cato, Act ii, Sc. 1...
• 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...
• It must be so,--Plato, thou reasonest well! Else whence this pleasing hope, this fond desire, This longing after immortality?
  Or whence this secret dread and inward horror Of falling into naught?...
• Blesses his stars and thinks it luxury. -- Joseph Addison (1672-1719) -- Cato, Act i, Sc. 4
• Curse all his virtues! they 've undone his country.
  -- Joseph Addison (1672-1719) -- Cato, Act iv, Sc. 4...