The Man Who Lives By Hope, Will

A Thousand Trills And Quivering Sounds In Airy Circles O'er Us Fly, Till, Wafted By A Gentle Breeze, They Faint And Languish By Degrees, And At A Distance Die.

'tis Liberty That Crowns Britannia's Isle, And Makes Her Barren Rocks And Her Bleak Mountains Smile... 'tis Britain's Care To Watch O'er Europe's Fate, And Hold In Balance Each Contending State, To Threaten Bold Presumptuous Kings With War, And Answer Her Afflicted Neighbours' Prayer... Soon As Her Fleets Appear Their Terrors Cease.

This Not In Mortals To Command Success, But We'll Do More, Sempronius, We'll Deserve It.

A Man Should Always Consider How Much He Has More Than He Wants.

Arguments Out Of A Pretty Mouth Are Unanswerable.