talk sometimes a pestilence , and sometimes a hero , mostly in a drawling and dreaming way about it

There was a time not so long ago when a company poised to go public would invite a reporter inside to memorialize the moments leading up to the blessed event.

I conjure you, let him know, / Whate'er was done against him, Cato did it.

Old Age, with silent pace, comes creeping on, Nauseates the Praise, which in her Youth she won, And hates the Muse by which she was undone.