New vows to plight, and plighted vows to break.

An horrible stillness first invades our ear, And in that silence we the tempest fear.

If by the people you understand the multitude, the hoi polloi, 'tis no matter what they think; they are sometimes in the right, sometimes in the wrong; their judgment is a mere lottery.

Drinking is the soldier's pleasure.

Even kings but play; and when their part is done, some other, worse or better, mounts the throne.

Truth is the object of our understanding, as good is of our will; and the understanding can no more be delighted with a lie than the will can choose an apparent evil.

All heiresses are beautiful.