The capital is become an overgrown monster; which, like a dropsical head, will in time leave the body and extremities without nourishment and support.
Who bravely dares must sometimes risk a fall.
True courage scorns to vent her prowess in a storm of words; and to the valiant action speaks alone.
Glory is the child of peril.
To the valiant actions speak alone.
Of this diversion the Scots are so fond, that, when the weather will permit, you may see a multitude of all ranks, from the senator of justice to the lowest tradesman, mingled together, in their shirts, and following the balls with utmost eagerness.