...when we turn our thoughts from the great parts of life on such occasions, and instead of lamenting those who stood ready to give death to those from...unmixed softness, and possesses all our souls at once. how ignorantly did she charm, how carelessly excel! Oh Death! thou hast right to the bold, to the ambitious,...

...approached with so much cheerfulness, and attended with so much honor. [However,] when we let our thought wander from such noble objects, and consider the havoc...an unmixed softness, and possesses all our souls at once?6 We pity the perennially powerless who endure pain through no fault or action of their own. But...