For thou hast given me in this beauteous face A world of earthly blessings to my soul, If sympathy of love unite our thoughts.
Good reasons must of force give place to better.
Woe to that land that's governed by a child.
Hot and hasty, like a Scotch jig.
When Caesar says, 'Do this', it is performed.
The undeserver may sleep when the man of action is called on.