Nobility, Without Virtue, Is A Fine Setting

The Doubts Of Love Are Never To Be Wholly Overcome; They Grow With Its Various Anxieties, Timidities, And Tenderness, And Are The Very Fruits Of The Reverence In Which The Admired Object Is Beheld.

When Alexander Had Subdued The World, And Wept That None Were Left To Dispute His Arms, His Tears Were An Involuntary Tribute To A Monarchy That He Knew Not, Man's Empire Over Himself.

Bright Was The Summer Of 1296. The War Which Had Desolated Scotland Was Then At An End.

Nobility, Without Virtue, Is A Fine Setting Without A Gem

Magnanimity Is Above Circumstance; And Any Virtue Which Depends On That Is More Of Constitution Than Of Principle.