Where Men Of Judgment Creep

Absence Of Occupation Is Not Rest.

If A Great Man Struggling With Misfortunes Is A Noble Object, A Little Man That Despises Them Is No Contemptible One.

An Epigram Is But A Feeble Thing - With Straw In Tail, Stuck There By Way Of Sting.

For When Was Public Virtue To Be Found Where Private Was Not?

'tis Liberty Alone That Gives The Flower Of Fleeting Life Its Lustre And Perfume; And We Are Weeds Without It.