Bacchus Has Drowned More Men

Ah, No, Far Be From Me A Thought Which I Loathe Like Poison.

Let Him Who Loves His Country In His Heart, And Not His Lips Only, Follow Me.

A Bold Onset Is Half The Battle.

To This Wonderful Page In Our Country's History Another More Glorious Still Will Be Added, And The Slave Shall Show At Last To His Free Brothers A Sharpened Sword Forged From The Links Of His Fetters.

Necessity Does Not Submit To Debate.