This supper party was, during some weeks, the chief topic of conversation.

The exultation of the Whigs was boundless.

These then were the true English patriots, the men who could not endure a foreigner, the men who would not suffer His Majesty to bestow a moderate reward on the foreigners who had stormed Athlone, and turned the flank of the Celtic army at Aghrim.
It now appeared they could be on excellent terms with a foreigner, provided only that he was the emissary of a tyrant hostile to the liberty, the independence, and the religion of their country.

The Tories, vexed and abashed, heartily wished that, on that unlucky day, their friends had been supping somewhere else.

Even the bronze of Davenant's forehead was not proof to the general reproach.