What can they see in the longest kingly line in Europe, save that it runs back to a successful soldier?
As good play for nothing, you know, as work for nothing.
It was woman that taught me cruelty, and on woman therefore I have exercised it.
Heap on more wood! - the wind is chill; But let it whistle as it will, We'll keep our Christmas merry still.
And better had they ne'er been born, Who read to doubt, or read to scorn.
In man's most dark extremity Oft succour dawns from Heaven.