Creation's Heir, The World, The

Ill Fares The Land, To Hastening Ills A Prey, Where Wealth Accumulates, And Men Decay. Princes And Lords May Flourish Or May Fade,- A Breath Can Make Them, As A Breath Has Made; But A Bold Peasantry, Their Country's Pride, When Once Destroy'd, Can Never Be Supplied.

The Folly Of Others Is Ever Most Ridiculous To Those Who Are Themselves Most Foolish.

Books Are Necessary To Correct The Vices Of The Polite; But Those Vices Are Ever Changing, And The Antidote Should Be Changed Accordingly Should Still Be New.

Prudery Is Ignorance.

Such Is The Patriot's Boast, Where'er We Roam, His First Best Country Ever Is At Home.