Ah, How Sweet It Is

The Trumpet's Loud Clangor Excites Us To Arms.

Truth Is Never To Be Expected From Authors Whose Understanding Is Warped With Enthusiasm.

We Find Few Historians Who Have Been Diligent Enough In Their Search For Truth; It Is Their Common Method To Take On Trust What They Help Distribute To The Public; By Which Means A Falsehood Once Received From A Famed Writer Becomes Traditional To Posterity.

She, Though In Full-blown Flower Of Glorious Beauty, Grows Cold Even In The Summer Of Her Age.

To Die For Faction Is A Common Evil, But To Be Hanged For Nonsense Is The Devil.