I cannot praise a fugitive and cloistered virtue, unexercised and unbreathed, that never sallies out and sees her adversary, but slinks out of the race where that immortal garland is to be run for, not without dust and heat. Laconics; or, The best words of the best authors [ed. by J. Timbs]. 1st Amer. ed - Seite 258 von Laconics - 1829 Vollansicht -
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