Such subtle Covenants shall be made,Till Peace it self is War in Masquerade.
Men met each other with erected look, The steps were higher that they took; Friends to congratulate their friends made haste, And long inveterate foes saluted as they pass'd.
Never was patriot yet, but was a fool.
For all have not the gift of martyrdom.
Whistling to keep myself from being afraid.
Set all things in their own peculiar place, and know that order is the greatest grace.