Look at a gown of gold, and you will at least get a sleeve of it.
Chivalry!---why, maiden, she is the nurse of pure and high affection---the stay of the oppressed, the redresser of grievances, the curb of the power of the tyrant ---Nobility were but an empty name without her, and liberty finds the best protection in her lance and her sword.
Sensibility is nature's celestial spring.
Hail to the Chief who in triumph advances!
come he slow or come he fast it is but death that comes at last
The happy combination of fortuitous circumstances.