Lightly from fair to fair he flew, And loved to plead, lament, and sue; Suit lightly won, and short-lived pain, For monarchs seldom sigh in vain.

Wounds sustained for the sake of conscience carry their own balsam with the blow.

Hurry no man's cattle; you may come to own a donkey yourself

What a strange scene if the surge of conversation could suddenly ebb like the tide, and show us the real state of people's minds.

Commend me to sterling honesty though clad in rags.

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.

Fair play is a jewel.