Sudden glory is the passion which maketh those grimaces called laughter.

Laughter is nothing else but sudden glory arising from some sudden conception of some eminency in ourselves, by comparison with the infirmity of others, or with our own formerly.

When all the world is overcharged with inhabitants, then the last remedy of all is war, which provideth for every man, by victory or death.

The obligation of subjects to the sovereign is understood to last as long, and no longer, than the power lasteth by which he is able to protect them.

How much lies in Laughter: the cipher-key, wherewith we decipher the whole man.

The combat deepens. On, ye brave, / Who rush to glory, or the grave! / Wave, Munich! all thy banners wave, / And charge with all thy chivalry!