Embosom'd In The Deep Where

Near Yonder Thorn, That Lifts Its Head On High, Where Once The Sign-post Caught The Passing Eye, Low Lies That House Where Nut-brown Draughts Inspired, Where Graybeard Mirth And Smiling Toil Retired, Where Village Statesmen Talk'd With Looks Profound, And News Much Older Than Their Ale Went Round.

Surely The Best Way To Meet The Enemy Is Head On In The Field And Not Wait Till They Plunder Our Very Homes.

A Flattering Painter, Who Made It His Care To Draw Men As They Ought To Be, Not As They Are.

Fear Guides More To Their Duty Than Gratitude; For One Man Who Is Virtuous From The Love Of Virtue, From The Obligation He Thinks He Lies Under To The Giver Of All, There Are Ten Thousand Who Are Good Only From Their Apprehension Of Punishment.

If Frugality Were Established In The State, And If Our Expenses Were Laid Out To Meet Needs Rather Than Superfluities Of Life, There Might Be Fewer Wants, And Even Fewer Pleasures, But Infinitely More Happiness.