Royalty is but a feather in a man's cap; let children enjoy their rattle.
You have sat too long for any good you have been doing. Depart, I say, and let us have done with you. In the name of God, go!
Who can love to walk in the dark? But providence doth often so dispose.
Those who stop being better stop being good.
On becoming soldiers we have not ceased to be citizens.
He who ceases to be better, ceases to be good.