Old Age Creeps On Us Ere We

The People Have A Right Supreme To Make Their Kings, For Kings Are Made For Them. All Empire Is No More Than Pow'r In Trust, Which When Resum'd, Can Be No Longer Just. Successionm For The General Good Design'd, In Its Own Wrong A Nation Cannot Bind.

Murder May Pass Unpunishd For A Time, But Tardy Justice Will Oertake The Crime.

Courage From Hearts And Not From Numbers Grows.

I Learn To Pity Woes So Like My Own.

What Precious Drops Are Those, Which Silently Each Other's Track Pursue, Bright As Young Diamonds In Their Faint Dew?