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Beauty Is But The Sensible Image Of The Infinite. Like Truth And Justice, It Lives Within Us; Like Virtue And The Moral Law, It Is A Companion Of The Soul.

Where The People Possess No Authority, Their Rights Obtain No Respect.

The Fears Of One Class Of Men Are Not The Measure Of The Rights Of Another.

The Charities Of Life Are Scattered Everywhere, Enameling The Vales Of Human Beings As The Flowers Paint The Meadows. They Are Not The Fruit Of Study, Nor The Privilege Of Refinement, But A Natural Instinct.

In 1688 England Contracted To The Netherlands The Highest Debt That One Nation Can Owe To Another. Herself Not Knowing How To Recover Her Liberties, They Were Restored By Men Of The United Provinces.