Though I admire republican principles in theory, yet I am afraid the practice may be too perfect for human nature. We tried a republic last century, … - Horace Walpole

Manfred, Prince of Otranto, had one son and one daughter: the latter, a most beautiful virgin, aged eighteen, was called Matilda. Conrad, the son, was three years younger, a homely youth, sickly, and of no promising disposition; yet he was the darling of his father, who never showed any symptoms of affection to Matilda. Manfred had contracted a marriage for his son with the Marquis of Vicenza’s daughter, Isabella; and she had already been delivered by her guardians into the hands of Manfred, that he might celebrate the wedding as soon as Conrad’s infirm state of health would permit.

Peace, simpleton!" said the Princess. "Though he said he was unhappy, it does not follow that he must be in love.

I fear no bad angel, and have offended no good one.