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 - Page 258 by Laconics, John Timbs - 1829 Full view - About this book