Joseph Addison,
Cato, a Tragedy
(1713)
“ Luc.Where is your father, Marcia, where is Cato? Mar. Lucia speak low, he is retir'd to rest. Lucia.I feel a gentle dawning hope Rise in my soul. We shall be happy still. Luc.Alas, I tremble when I think on Cato In every view, in every thought I tremble! Cato is stern and awful as a god, He knows not how to wink at human frailty, Or pardon weakness, that he never felt. Marc.Though stern and awful to the foes of Rome, He is all goodness, Lucia, always mild, Compassionate and gentle to his friends, Fill'd with domestic tenderness, the best, The kindest father! ”
