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On this day, O conscript fathers, for the first time after a long interval do we
plant our foot and take possession of liberty. Liberty, of which, as long as I
could be, I was not only the defender, but even the savior. But when I could not
be so, I rested; and I bore the misfortunes and misery of that period without
abjectness, and not without some dignity. But as for this most foul monster, who
could endure him, or how could any one endure him? What is there in Antonius
except lust, and cruelty, and wantonness, and audacity? Of these materials he is
wholly made up. There is in him nothing virtuous, nothing moderate, nothing
modest, nothing virtuous.
M. Tullius Cicero. The Orations of Marcus Tullius Cicero, literally translated by C. D. Yonge. London. George Bell & Sons. 1903.
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