What deep wounds ever closed without a scar?

There is something pagan in me that I cannot shake off. In short, I deny nothing, but doubt everything.

There's not a sea the passenger e'er pukes in, Turns up more dangerous breakers than the Euxine.

He learned the arts of riding, fencing, gunnery, And how to scale a fortress - or a nunnery.

Brisk Confidence still best with woman copes: Pique her and soothe in turn-soon Passion crowns thy hopes.

Such is your cold coquette, who can't say "No," And won't say "Yes," and keeps you on and off-ing On a lee-shore, till it begins to blow, Then sees your heart wreck'd, with an inward scoffing.

What makes a regiment of soldiers a more noble object of view than the same mass of mob? Their arms, their dresses, their banners, and the art and artificial symmetry of their position and movements.