No Man Can Be A Patriot On

A Christian's Wit Is Offensive Light, A Beam That Aids, But Never Grieves The Sight; Vig'rous In Age As In The Flush Of Youth, 'tis Always Active On The Side Of Truth.

We Turn To Dust, And All Our Mightiest Works Die Too.

The Only Amaranthine Flower On Earth Is Virtue; The Only Lasting Treasure, Truth.

There Is In Souls A Sympathy With Sounds.

O, Popular Applause! What Heart Of Man Is Proof Against Thy Sweet, Seducing Charms?