How A Little Love And

Courage, The Highest Gift, That Scorns To Bend To Mean Devices For A Sordid End. Courage--an Independent Spark From Heaven's Bright Throne, By Which The Soul Stands Raised, Triumphant High, Alone. Great In Itself, Not Praises Of The Crowd, Above All Vice, It Stoops Not To Be Proud. Courage, The Mighty Attribute Of Powers Above, By Which Those Great In War, Are Great In Love. The Spring Of All Brave Acts Is Seated Here, As Falsehoods Draw Their Sordid Birth From Fear.

Crimes, Like Virtues, Are Their Own Rewards.

Women Never Really Command Until They Have Given Their Promise To Obey; And They Are Never In More Danger Of Being Made Slaves Than When The Men Are At Their Feet.

Sir, You Shall Taste My Anno Domini.

'twas For The Good Of My Country That I Should Be Abroad. Anything For The Good Of One's Country-i'm A Roman For That.