The Oxford Dictionary of Quotations Preface

But we’ll do more, Sempronius; we’ll deserve it.
‘Cato’ (1713) act 1, sc. 2, l. 43
’Tis pride, rank pride, and haughtiness of soul;
I think the Romans call it stoicism.
‘Cato’ (1713) act 1, sc. 4, l. 82
Were you with these, my prince, you’d soon forget
The pale, unripened beauties of the north.
‘Cato’ (1713) act 1, sc. 4, l. 134
The woman that deliberates is lost.
‘Cato’ (1713) act 4, sc. 1, l. 31
Curse on his virtues! they’ve undone his country.
Such popular humanity is treason.
‘Cato’ (1713) act 4, sc. 1, l. 205
What pity is it
That we can die but once to serve our country!
‘Cato’ (1713) act 4, sc. 1, l. 258
Content thyself to be obscurely good.
When vice prevails, and impious men bear sway,
The post of honour is a private station.
‘Cato’ (1713) act 4, sc. 1, l. 319
It must be so—Plato, thou reason’st 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? Why shrinks the soul
Back on herself, and startles at destruction?
’Tis the divinity that stirs within us;
’Tis heaven itself, that points out an hereafter,
And intimates eternity to man.
Eternity! thou pleasing, dreadful thought!
‘Cato’ (1713) act 5, sc. 1, l. 1
From hence, let fierce contending nations know
What dire effects from civil discord flow.
‘Cato’ (1713) act 5, sc. 1, closing lines
I should think my self a very bad woman, if I had done what I do, for a farthing less.
‘The Drummer’ (1716) act 1
There is nothing more requisite in business than dispatch.
‘The Drummer’ (1716) act 5, sc. 1
For wheresoe’er I turn my ravished eyes,
Gay gilded scenes and shining prospects rise,